Alessia tried hard not to flinch at the murderous expression he saw in the man’s eyes opposite her. Her pulse skipped, then took on a staccato beat as Don Carmelo moved in her direction, as she stood her ground the same way she had when he had questioned her relationship with Nathan Landon.
“You’re telling me that they stole my money?” he thundered ominously, as the guards around him showed no reaction at all, not even a tic of their muscles. The crowd was armed with guns, rifles, snipers, and so forth, a multitude of all deadly weapons.
They were in the middle of nowhere, one of their hangouts, she presumed. She was visiting the desolate place, to know how certain transactions occurred. Special attention was given to a guard tower which was surrounded by an army of guards, behind a stoc
