ADRIANO'S POV~
The bar room was silent, save for the occasional clink of ice against glass as I sipped my whiskey. The air was thick with the aroma of expensive liquor, the shelves lined with bottles that were worth more than most people made in a year. Salvatore and his men stood at attention, their eyes fixed on me as they awaited my orders.
My eyes scanned the tablet, absorbing the information that lay before me. My fingers caressed the sleek surface of my phone, a predatory gleam in my eyes as I contemplated the business dealings that were currently languishing, unattended and begging for my attention.
"Salvatore," I began, my voice like ice as I fixed him with a steely gaze. "Tell me why the deal with the Russians is not yet finalized.”
"The Russians have been stalling," Salvatore
