It had only been thirty minutes into their meeting, and Gael and Giovanni already wanted to get out of there. Their otherwise raging blood inside them was a complete opposite to their nods and seemingly tolerant behavior through this whole situation.
For them, the Morellis were nothing but bloodsuckers—a proud and overly ambitious bunch of psychos. But he and Giovanni were here to do one thing—that's to end this decades-long war between their families. Both parties already shed so much blood, and if they didn't do something about this, the feud would end with more blood and dead bodies.
Filippo was one of the capos—or captains—in their family. The arrogant bastard was in his late twenties, looking more like a toad than a human. Of course, this was how Gael saw him. And his brother, Mariano, who sat next to him, was no better. His expression had been stoic the whole time. The man was practically a stone.
