I avert my gaze from the men seated around the enormous table as I sit beside Aydem. Voices are being raised, hands banging against the table and guns visibly on display in a threatening manner.
Twenty minutes ago we entered the bar and was immediately escorted to the back as the Mc Carthy family were waiting for us.
"When you drink here, Aydem, I look the other way." The Irish Don grumbles. "Do not assume I am unaware that you are Sedar Ozturk's cousin."
"I didn't come here to start trouble with you. Instead, I have come here with some news about your son and if you'll let the lady talk, she'll tell you everything you need to know." Aydem replies calmly.
I peer up just in time to see Mr Mc Carthys features change into a scowl. "Why would I believe anything from an Esposito
