Chapter Eighty Nine.

Declan walked into the hotel and was led towards the restaurant which was void of people. In the middle of the restaurant, Chris was seated with James surrounded by six men standing with their hands gripping pistols by their side.

“Wow, I find it surprising that you would clear out this restaurant just to meet me. I supposed that is what makes you different from your son.” Declan said, walking up to them.

“Declan, you really are a work of art. Boldly walking up to me even when you know that you may die here today.” Chris said.

“No, I didn't come to die. I actually came to eat dinner with one of the influential men in this city, but since there is no one here, I suppose that is off my bucket list.”

Declan said, sitting down and reaching for a bottle of wine.

“You really are disrespectful. Reaching for a bottle of wine before the host. Despicable.” James said disgustedly.

“He doesn't mind, I don't see why you should.” Declan said, pouring out two glasses before handing one to Chris