The scene at the headquarters of the Delano mob was tense.

Piers was listening carefully to the Capo, Philippe, who also to happened to be his brother, when Hila walked in.

One look at her husband’s tense face and she strode across to him.

She sat down on the side, behind Piers, hand on his shoulder, kneading his tight muscles.

“What’s up?” she drawled in her throaty voice, her eyes fixed on Phillippe. The Capo sighed, he was a large man with black hair tied ...