Mateo’s pov~
“ what the f**k are you talking about what shipment? It doesn't come until next month” Silvio replied.
I watched him adjust in his steps as he looked back at Don Rinaldi.
I grinned, I had successfully created doubt in his mind.
“Is that what your father told you?” I asked, looking directly at Don Argento who was now pissed with frustration.
Silvio gave me a puzzled look, with the gun still firmly attached to my temple he turned to look at his father.
“Papa, what the hell is he talking about?” he inquired.
“It's complicated,” his father responded.
“Complicated?” he asked again, stepping back, and with that dislodging the pistol from my brain.
I sighed with relief, I looked around the room, and the aura of tense air circulated.
I counted each armed man, with their guns
