Lorenzo stared at Vince, reaching out to help him as he climbed up the ladder to the fire escape outside their bedroom window. “She okay?
“Yeah, no lumps or open wounds this time, but he slapped her pretty hard."
Lorenzo banged his hand against the fire escape rail. “What a p***y! You know one of these days, I'm gonna throw a f*****g brick through his truck windshield when he drives up the street."
“No you won't." Vince looked into his angry brother's eyes. “I know it sucks, but it's not worth it, Enzo. You could go to jail for something like that, and for what? That piece of s**t?" Vince glanced back down at Anita's open window. “The other day she mentioned he's been seeing some lady, and she's noticed a small change in him—a small one, but it's something."
Lorenzo's face contorted. “
