Lazar's POV
My black SUV rolled to a stop outside the old wine cellar on the outskirts of town.
It didn’t look like much from the outside. One would think it's just another forgotten structure tucked between hills and wild grass but underneath it was where the real business happened.
Six powerful branches of the mafia family. One secret room. And they were all waiting for me.
This building had to be one of the most secured buildings in the world.
It was currently housing a lot of important people.
Rodosov stepped out of the car and opened the door for me.
I stepped out of the car, my boots crushing the dry gravel as I adjusted the cuff of my coat.
It was quite windy. I took a quick glance around as my men bowed to welcome me even the guards of other families bowed in respect.
