Marco p.o.v
The music playing quietly in the background, I glance at my wristwatch again, groaning. It's been only a few hours into the event, and barely twenty minutes since I joined these men in a private conference room.
The men arguing in front of me are capos, Dons of various regions in the country. We are having a Mafia meeting in the middle of a charity event, how convenient.
I heave a sigh again.
These morons are wasting my time, I should be home with Zoey, not listening to them fight over bullshit.
Venting out their pent-up disagreements, lashing out things they've done to offend themselves.
“Soldiers died in the last operation because of your carelessness to inspect and make everything went smoothly.”
“I lost my soldiers too.”
I could silent them all just by a word react
