"I came to see an old friend of mine," Dominic responded with a cocky smirk. "How are you doing?"
"Go straight to the point," Juan hissed, staring at him with murderous eyes. Being in the presence of Dominic was infuriating. He still could not get over the betrayal that had ruined their friendship.
Dominic nodded. "Marco Bellini."
"What's with the dramatic pause?"
"You won't offer me a seat? Drinks."
"If I'm offering you anything to drink, it will be poison."
Dominic walked further into the living room and sat down comfortably, leaning into the cushion. "He's in contact with one my men."
"What has that got to do with me?" Juan asked. "Sort out your own problem of betrayal with your men."
"The thing is, it's a set up," Dominic laughed half heartedly.
"And why would you be setting
