Chapter 21
Drago sat across the table from Signor Worthington, craving the blood and tears of a fresh kill. He’d barely slept last week. Nonna wasn’t talking to him, no one in town was for that matter, and Diego had yet to fully take the bait they’d carefully laid out for him in Taiwan. Drago was pissed and impatient and fed up with just about every second of the past seven days.
“De Luca, please reconsider.”
“Reconsider? Why didn’t you think of this when you were overspending your profits and underutilizing your workforce? Why didn’t you think of this when you chartered a private jet once a month last year for business trips to the Med?” He put air quotes around the word “business.”
The man blanched. “My father started this business. I can’t be the reason we lose it. Haven’t you ever
