She was upset with me. I could tell. But right now I could care less about an angry woman. I had more pressing matters to attend to.
We were led to the bedroom I usually stayed in whenever I visited. The guard opened the door for me. I went in quietly.
Mira came in shortly after, dumping her handbag on the closest chair. I could feel her the anger radiating from her body.
What she needed to realize was that this wasn't New York, USA. This was Rome and we were in the Romano stronghold. This house had too many eyes, even more knives. And while I was the overall head, I still had rivals amongst my family members.
My phone rang, interrupting the silence.
"Mother."
"How was your flight?"
"Smooth. As always." I said.
"Good."
"Are you going to be able to make it?"
"I raised you well enough to handle them on your own, Jace." She answered, her voice was cold as ice.
"Of course. I was just asking."
"Good. Take care then."
"Take care," I said back and hung up.
