Deals under duress

Mikael’s POV

My blood boiled as I walked up to the man that was held down, Victor Brazio five steps behind me. Alicia had stood up, wide-eyes and looking a little anxious. I filed that observation under things to think over later.

“So you’re the one who thinks you can cause trouble for my woman,” I addressed the man who grunted, his knees on the ground. A bead of sweat riled down his face as I stared him down and his eyes flickered away from my intense gaze.

If not for Amando, one of my men, that interrupted the meeting to inform us of what was happening, I never would have known.

I scanned the perimeter while the music seemed to rise above the din; the activities of the club went on, save for this part of the VIP section.

Perhaps I’d make an examine if this man right here and now. Should I break his hands? Or have my men do a number on him? So many options.

As I toyed with the idea of splitting his tongue in two, I heard a throat clear behind me.

“Mikael, I must insist you let my man