New chapter is in chapter 66!
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Both mafia leaders sat across from each other, neither willing to begin. The silence between them felt heavy as it keep straches long.
He had been overseeing the transport of all auction items from the port to ensure they were secured inside the vault before the meeting.
A reasonable delay in his mind. But to Salvatore, it marked nothing but disrespect, and the thought carved itself clearly across his expression.
"I apologize for my delay. I had matters to handle first," Edmund said as he took his seat.
"Oh, I believe you did, boy," Basilisk replied, his eyes narrowing like a blade turning.
"Now tell me what this is about. You would not be foolish enough to point a finger at us for arson on your property."
"Of course not, Salvatore. And please, call me Edmund. You may have viewed me as a grandson once, but that was a long time ago."
Edmund poured whiskey into three glasses and handed them to Twilight and the Don.
