Mr. Valentino Bernadis sighed, deciding to be the one to start them off. "Now that the whole issue has died down, let's continue."
"There's been a lot of killing going around lately, most especially directed at my men. I'm wondering just who it might be. Are any of us up to no good?"
Caesar and the others knew the question was more directed at Mr. Petrov than anyone else. He was the most daring of them after Caesar, but Caesar was smart. He wasn't someone who acted without reason, and they knew that, therefore, the only person to whom the comment could be directed was Mr. Petrov.
The man instantly slammed his hands on the table. "You better fucking watch your mouth, Valentino."
"You think I'd give a two-fucks about you?" he questioned.
Valentino smirked, shaking his head. "If it isn't you, Fyodor, who would then? Tzar? Aleksei? Or…is it Suarez?" He held a look of amusement.
