Ares Arseny straightened his leather jacket, as he made his way through the opened front doors of the opulent mansion.
He flexed his arms a little, just so he was sure he was in the clear.
Caroline never ceased to amaze him with how good she was at treating bullet wounds.
It had only been a day, yet he felt like he had a new hand.
He tossed the briefcase he was carrying to the floor, as he stopped at the center of the mansion.
The instructions were clear. Give them the money, and they'll give him a pass. Caroline would gain the rest, whatever it was.
Her part was solely to get him through the door of the Italian guys.
Left to him, he wouldn't have given a shit. But she was right.
Regardless of how dirty the Don played, he was still a lord. One of the most highly ranked too.
He needed to soothe the bruised egos of the Italians.
"Ares Arseny!" The first man appeared at the top of the stairs.
Ares' hand moved a little to ensure that his gun was within reach.
