Chapter 48– Who Cares?

Chapter 48

RUSSEL

"I didn't think I'd ever get the pleasure of being hosted by you, Mancini. How about we enjoy it more and talk a little less about business," Nikolai said as a maid poured whiskey into his glass. He leaned in and whispered, ”We could even catch up on old times.”

I leaned back in my chair, taking in the perfectly organized dining with all the men seated around it. I couldn't help but maintain a frown, wishing I could actually send a bullet right through Nikolai’s skull at his suggestion.

Seated next to me was Kegan, who put his hand on mine to warn me, probably sensing my anger. It had been a long week of meetings, negotiations, and strategizing. And here I was, seated among the very people whom I could actually give anything to be away from.

I picked up a glass of whiskey, and my foolish brothers erupted in cheers. I scanned the faces until my eyes rested on Dylan, who wasn't even trying to hide his impatience. This wasn't really his scene, and I wondered how he wa