"Lorayle, long time," I said with a bright smile as I opened my arms for her.
"Anthony." She whispered as she hugged me back strongly, I took in her scent and she smelled like Veno. Exactly like him but with a touch of her scent.
"Lorayle as in-"
"Yes the widow of Javenvio Rodriguez, cousin to Anthony Rodriguez, who was killed by Devanio Manchez."
"My condolences, I heard that he was a great man," Michael said concern lacing his voice and expression.
Lora snorted as she looked at him from head to toe. "Don't give me that bullshit, my husband would've snapped your neck in two because of what you've committed."
"I have done no wrong!" he snapped at her, big mistake.
"Don't snap at me young blood! I will blow your head in two or better yet make sure to kill you with my bare hands without damaging my nails."
"I'm fucking forty!"
