Marco's POV
“The judgment day is before us, and we must take the law into our hands.” Cent, the Capos of one of the states, barked, eyes dark with hatred and pain.
He was Benedict's closest friend amongst the others, so his anger was justified, especially after the sad demise of George and his best friend's absence from the meeting.
Groaning and seeking solid support for his claim, he kept on lamenting, looking from the faces of the capos of all seven states represented.
We were in the private chambers where our meetings were normally thrashed. They sat in the rows of armchairs lined around a table while mine was on the podium.
Lorenzo was sitting beside me, with Kaid and his second on command standing beside us. He had no expression, all he did was listen to Cent yap.
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