In the middle of lunch with Sakura, someone jiggled the doorknob.
Sakura sucked in a breath and glanced over at it. “Are you … expecting someone?” she asked when the knob jiggled again, followed by a bang.
“Open the f**k up,” someone said from outside the door, his voice gruff and angry.
I’d asked João Rocha, the leader of Poison, to meet me after lunch. I needed information, information that I couldn’t get by myself.
afterBut he was here early.
“One moment, Sakura.”
I walked over to the door and unlocked it. Sure enough, João stood in the hall with his arms crossed over his chest and his lips curled into an ugly snarl.
“Heard you were asking for me. What the f**k do you want?” he asked.
After peering over my shoulder at Sakura, who wiped a napkin across her lips, I stepped out of
