Chapter Fourteen

“He's here sir”

“You ******* dumbass, what do you mean he's here?”

“De Capuedo”

Charlie groaned inwardly. How the **** did the idiot get through security. And what the *** is he doing here?!

“No, no, no. The ****!”

The door swung open suddenly and all the guards were alert, gun raised up and bullet bulked, with their fingers to the trigger. For a moment there was suspense and Capuedo's men gave way for him to emerge.

“Signore Charlie … He he he…”, Capuedo's croaky, Italian coated words waved through the tense room, his usual intimidating, Italian laughter following. Laughter that was never intended to induce happiness.

“Now, this isn't so much of a warm welcome, is it? Ei? Come on now. Sorely, you can do better than this, Charlie”

He moved to the couch at the center of the room, taking his seat as he occupied almost half of the curved sofa.

Charlie snapped his fingers as a signal to his men to put their guns down as Capuedo simultaneously did the same with a wave of his own hand.

“Wha