Adan
I stormed down the hallway and pushed both doors open at the end. Outside, limos waited by the Main Gate. I headed toward them, and Fernando Amaro stepped out of his car and buttoned his suit coat, flanked by two bodyguards who stepped discretely to the side. He was young to be a Mafia Don, but who am I to judge?
“Don Amaro!” I smiled, extending my hand as I walked through the gates. They had no clue about the supernatural world, and I aimed to keep it that way. “To what do I owe this honor?”
He shook my hand, smiling as he casually looked over the grounds and then into my eyes. “We’re sorry to come unannounced, but I heard you had some trouble here a little while ago and the other Dons and I were concerned. We thought we’d offer our assistance, if you need it.”
I let out a deep b
