By the time Pedro returned to the estate, his expression was dark, his face pale, showing how much he was enduring. The convoy of black vehicles rolled through the imposing gates like a funeral procession, their headlights cutting through the midnight darkness. Ever since he had left Maya's side, the pain kept getting worse and harder to manage at night. It took all of his self-control to withstand the pain as he handled the important meeting he had with the bratva old boss.
Everything had gone smoothly and according to his plan, making him relax a little and giving him the strength to endure the burning in his chest. Nikolai Volkov thought he was smart, but he had just provoked the wrong person. Pedro was about to show the fool why he was the king in the shadow world. No one crosses him
