Still inside the clubhouse, Maverick smirked at El-Romano as he saw the look of something sinister lurking within the man's eyes.
He didn't know what the old man had been thinking when he came here. Perhaps he had expected to find someone as gullible as Don Santiano, relying on the fact that Santiano himself had raised him in the ways of the underworld.
However, that wasn't enough reason for El-Romano to give a judgment. Being raised by Santiano did not mean that Maverick couldn't turn out smarter and learn from the man's mistakes.
Tapping softly on the couch's armrest beside him, Maverick watched as the bad side of El-Romano's eyes twitched‐ yes- they twitched and the first person to notice this was Lucrezia.
Her eyes widened, more in confusion than in weariness. His sensory nerves around that part of his face weren't supposed to be able to move, at least, if truly the eye was cut that deeply.
