Chapter 15
Celia's knuckles turned white as he clenched his hands into tight fists. Hearing Alessandro call him by his Korean name, a name reserved only for his late mother and his grandma.
It felt like a dirty hand wrapping around his throat. "You stalker bastard," Celia spat, refusing to back down. "Digging into my life won't change the fact that you killed an innocent man, even though yes he gambles."
Alessandro took another slow sip of his whiskey, completely unfazed by Celia's fiery outburst. He set the crystal glass on the polished counter with a soft clack, smoke drifting lazily from his lips.
"Innocent, you say?" Alessandro chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Tae-Jun, your cousin was working for two different syndicates behind my back. He wasn't innocent. He was sloppy."
Alessandro pushed off the bar and walked toward his massive mahogany desk. He tapped a thick, unmarked Manila folder resting on the leather blotter.
