Chapter 110 Sweetheart?

One look into his eyes and I can see just how deranged the detective has become. There’s no light behind his irises, no hope. This is a man who is ready and waiting for death, not an ounce of fear or regret to be found.

I grant him the courtesy of allowing him to polish off the remainder of his drink. He stands slowly, turns around, and puts his hands behind his back. I nod at Damien, who steps forward to bind his wrists together with a pair of thick black zip ties.

“Throw him in the trunk,” I instruct. “I’ll call the Franco Family. It’s time to bring this war to an end.”

Alexander Mancini POV

I don’t need to be an expert in reading body language to know tensions are running high. This is a public meeting—as is the tradition—hosted in a restaurant that’s been completely booked out.

The lighting is dim. Armed men are everywhere. They don’t just belong to the Franco, but to the other families I’ve managed to piss off, as well. Why couldn’t we have done this in the back of some dingy roo