C39 Chapter 39
I avert my gaze from the men seated around the enormous table as I sit beside Aydem. Voices are being raised, hands banging against the table and guns visibly on display in a threatening manner.
Twenty minutes ago we entered the bar and was immediately escorted to the back as the Mc Carthy family were waiting for us.
"When you drink here, Aydem, I look the other way." The Irish Don grumbles