Christian
“So then it’s settled, we’ll deal with Fabio one week from now,” Christian confirmed and looked at everyone around the table.
There had been a delay in the plans—but in the end, all the families agreed that Fabio Garcia was a danger and had to be put down.
“How can we sit here and plan our attack, when the father of the enemy is right among us.” One of the men spoke and pointed his finger at Aldo Sala as the others agreed. All Christian could think of was Enzo, and how he would’ve been treated if anyone were to find out the truth. He looked at Enzo who sat on the other side of the table with an embarrassed look on his face. As he should, Christian thought.
The voices around the table were starting to get more active and he was unsure of what to do. He looked from his grandfather to his father, waiting for their help—but they both leaned back. That’s right, from now on I’m on my own, Christian thought.
