Christopher Russo sat inside the restaurant waiting for Viktor, he has been here for over thirty minutes and had it not been that he's the one who has initiated that they meet up, he would have left already.
He already knew what Viktor was trying to do, to piss him off. He could bet the motherfucker already has one of his men stationed here analyzing his movement, just to know if he will snap and call off his meeting.
But Christopher has taken a lot of peaceful talk with his son, Edward to know that if he goes ahead to ruin this meeting that Edward will talk his head off. But it wasn't just because of Edward that made him come here, he's tired of bickering back and forth with the Russian and its time to patch things up with them.
Christopher looked at his wrist watch, forty minutes and still counting and yet no sign of Viktor's annoying ass. He focused on the good wine, he was having than to think of what was running through Viktor's mind.
