“Stop!” The mafia king’s deadly voice demanded. None of them moved nor lowered their guns. “Marissa!” The siblings knew what it meant when the father called for the eldest who was participating in the conflict. It meant that once she lowered her g*n her younger brothers will because that's how much they honor and respect the age. Hence, the reason Rick had to rule the mafia business. Slowly, Marissa lowered her g*n with her brothers copying her action. The friends also did, their guard still held high. “Whether Rick left or not is something that will be discussed privately between him and I.” The father’s authoritative voice controlled the room. Clara flinched at the harsh tone. If she thought her friends were dangerous, then she has no idea what this man is compared to them. “I will only
