Hey my lovely readers… my apologies for the extended break… a lot of real life issues but I'm getting back into the groove. Please read the previous two chapters as they've been edited.
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Nobody moved or said a word for exactly three seconds.
"I wasn't aware the Marinos had business at a Russian table," Nico stated in a flat, calm voice. He didn't look at Carla. He kept his eyes locked on Don Morozov.
Carla didn't miss a beat. She took the seat directly across from Mara, crossing her legs with the practiced elegance of a woman who had spent her entire life in rooms like this.
"The Marinos have business wherever the future of the syndicates is being decided," Carla said smoothly. "And currently, the Ferrante seat is bleeding out. Don Morozov is simply listening to a more stable proposal."
Morozov took the head of the table. He didn't speak; he just steepled his fingers and watched them.
"A proposal," Nico repeated. The word sounded dangerous in his mouth.
