54. Till our last breath

Antonio

I managed to sit through two meetings that were as boring as pulling out teeth from a traitor’s mouth but I sat there ignoring this stupid urge to call Ephraim to check on my captive or to cut short the meetings so I could go and see for myself how my little devil was fairing. But even though I was distracted, the meetings were important to attend, the Russians were becoming a pain in the arse that couldn’t be ignored anymore. Last summer when I hadn’t accepted the offer made by the returned heir of the Sokolov family, he had taken it as an insult. And after that he had started a series of actions to become a thorn at my side. In the beginning I had let it go, because to be honest that man looked like he needed a purpose after what happened to him, but now he had crossed a line after intercepting my cargo of three hundred million dollars. The fucker was asking to be gunned down. But even as I had to plot my next action against the Russians my mind was on the little devil who’d