Chapter 100: His

"Are the arrangements for tonight in place?" Bartholomew asked, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Marco nodded curtly. "Yes. The private dining hall at L'Empyrean has been reserved exclusively for the meeting. Security is already stationed within a two-block radius. The Castellanos will arrive at precisely eight o'clock."

Bartholomew swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a ...