Both mafias in the clubhouse sat calmly as they stared at each other. The other dons were curious as they watched the scenery as well, some of them were now more composed on seeing the tiger, noticing it wasn't aggressive but they didn't forget to remain cautious as they put their attention on both men.
"First meetings…" El-Romano continued, tapping his cane once against the floor to make a click sound.
"They must be… memorable, da?" His gaze lifted to the others in the room like he was directing the question to them, a sharp and unignorable stare emanated from him.
The other dons looked to each other in clear confusion, not knowing what to say or do, especially with such a beast present with them in the room.
"In Valmonterra, we say—doveriai, no proveriai." He let the words hang for a beat in the air, watching everyone's expression shift before translating his words, almost lazily. "Trust… but verify."
A faint smile curled his lips, colder now.
