Logan

“Lower your weapons! We are unarmed!” Don Reid Miano said in his thick Italian accent, holding his arms up, along with Silas. “Good afternoon, Don Khan.” Then he looked over at Adan. “Don Cole, I’m surprised to see you here.”

He nodded, a smile curling his lips. “I just so happened to be here.”

“I see.” He nodded, his smile fading.

“Actually, I came because I heard there might be trouble,” Adan corrected.

Reid nodded. ...