Ricardo
My phone buzzed several times while I was in the middle of a meeting with the mayor in my office at Sottosopra nightclub.
“We need your family’s help. The increasing rate of kidnapping is starting to sway the public opinion,” said the mayor, his expression dark. It seemed he had been going through a rough time recently.
Some organ trafficking was causing real chaos, and it seemed the state couldn't find a way to stop them. People started talking, and the government decided it was time to take matters illegally and under the table to stop them.
I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers on the table as I fixed my gaze on his face. Tension and anxiety were written all over his face. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
My phone buzzed again. Mother really became stubborn
