Diego
My office was somewhere I like to be in when I want to fish a traitor out, it wasn’t just a mere office, there was more to it than what eyes can see. I pressed my thumb against the bandage underneath my shirt, where the bullet grazed me on my shoulder, it was a reminder that I can be killed and I wasn’t immune to death.
Two of my men were dead, someone very foolish fed information to the Armani’s, someone right under my nose. The door opened quietly and Tiano, my consigliere stepped in.
“He is ready for you boss,”
“Send the fool in,” I said, nodding my head as I sat back in my chair. He stepped in looking downcast, I scoffed, is he trying to pretend or look sober, how much I hate pretenders. He was one of my lieutenants, young and loyal that’s what I thought, Eduardo was just a f
