CHAPTER 106
MIGUEL
A man with all his imposing presence sitting beside Franco was easily seen by me when I entered the establishment, even before he lifted his head and peered at me over the rim of his glasses.
It was the third time I’d seen the man and just like the first two, this meeting was not promising anything pleasant. His icy glance as his gaze glided up and down my white long-sleeved shirt with two buttons open at the top and my jeans did not show appreciation for the way I look.
Not that I was aiming for any appreciation but maybe a recognition fit for humans. That—was all I was expecting from these two men.
The shits Mr. Smith had slapped me in the face the last time we spoke, should have been enough to last for decades and not just months, but— he was still the father o
