Chapter 82

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 reaction, they all answers to me anyway. But I chose not to, I sat back and watch the release their frustrations.

My phone, kept on the table buzz effectively ending their noise making. All heads turn in my direc