Not a word was spoken in the room after the Azeem had uttered the words about her. Had he just casually cut off a person's fingers for her sake? Her eyes moved away from the bloody floor to the man who had ascended the head seat . Like Layla, his men looked shocked but had covered it immediately who couldn't help but want to look at the lady who the Mafia King had commanded not to see or touch but they couldn't. Nobody wanted to be the next in line to be beheaded by the Mafia King!
"Why did the room turn quiet?" she heard Azeem ask as if he had not cut off a man's fingers a few seconds ago,
"Edward," he called a man who was lean and of average height, making the man's heart leap out in worry that the Mafia King had chosen him to be the next man to show one of his skills on. After all, Edward was the one who had started the conversation.
"Master?" Edward gulped softly before going to stand in front of Azeem , who leaned back and crossed his leg.
