irritation soared. He hated waiting, especially when it involved a man like Alessandro Volta, a rival in the mafia world. But this time, he wasn
. It was him. Alessandro was finally arriving. But even before he stepped out of the car, a dozen bodyguards were a
d out of the car with the grace of a predator. His dark eyes immediately swept the room, scrutinizing every corner,
s cold as ice, yet with a hint of challenge. He stoo
s used to such tense encounters. Nothing frightened him. He was the king of Vespero City, and no one
replied, his tone calm yet piercing. But I hate w
enge in his eyes. He knew Alessandro was a dangerous man, but he was
're going to pay me for every minute you've made me lo
one knew how Alessandro would react. But in his gaze
im straight in the eyes. You know, Rocco, you're not in a position of stre
other, each waiting for the other to make a move. The tension was palpable,
riefcase of three million euros over
was three minutes late. He looked at one of his bodyguards and nodded. Th
art now? Alessandro asked, in
, Rocco replied, a cold
rward. The interior of the room was shrouded in darkness, barely illuminated by a few narrow windows that let in the
enough space for the two men to position themselves on ei
co, Alessandro declared, his blac
plied, in a detached tone. He nodded to one of his men. The latter stepped away
asked for, Rocco said, openin
nyielding, cr
until I see the goods, he rep
noyed but still co
ut guarantees, Alessandro. The goods are complete, and we need to leave
, who opened the bags and bega
, one of his men announced af
isfaction, but a flash o
and let's get out of here,
even know the amount yet, Rocco replied, ca
co's attitude, clenched his fists. R
business with the Marino family, but not with you. Your father knew how to handle things. But you, app
slightly forward, his ic
in a sharp tone. And I remind you that I am the heir of the Marino family. I represent my f
, his patience wearing thin
're leaving, he ordered, hi
lm, replied wit
a million added for eac