Piers sat back, his head aching. His father could still throw a fantastic punch, even at this age, that was something he could vouch for, he thought grimly. Hila strolled into the room, puffing away on a cigarette. It was a habit she indulged in whenever she was stressed and seeing her husband face off with the Don had made her furious.

She was like a coiled spring, he thought drily as he leaned his ahead back against the head board and watched her, his eyes glinting as she came ...