Julian placed the glass down. "Now, shall we do business?"
Fabio nodded, fingers tapping the desk as he looked over at Dante and Leonardo. "Business, Fratelli?"
Dante smirked. "Yes, let's talk business."
Leonardo was quiet as always, only issuing a nod.
Beside Julian, Larisa remained silent. He could still feel the subtle tremor of her fingers that rested in his grasp beneath the table.
Only god knew just how hard he was restraining himself from drawing his pistol and putting a bullet through Fabio's skull.
Every reaction from Larisa belonged to him, and the fact that he'd worked so hard not to frighten her, only for Fabio to do it within minutes gnawed at his patience.
How dare he speak to her like that?
If not for the deal...
If not for its importance...
And if they weren't fa
