LUCIANO SIN RUSSO
My words seemed to do the trick as my father spared Violet a single glance then walked out of the room with me behind him.
He knew better than to take my words lightly. I meant every word I said back there. We had really urgent matters to take care of.
“Si, what did you say?”
“Our mole, Fernandez, sent in a message,” I went straight to the point. “Remember Alehandro?”
I was sure he did. My father was never one to forget the names of people who dared to betray him that easily. He always ensured their names were etched in every corner of his mind so he could be constantly reminded of his brewing hatred for them.
“The bastard that dared to run away with my goods?”
“Yes,” I nodded. Since he could remember that much, I was sure I didn’t need to remind him he also asked
