Part two!

Part two.

Spreading out the dark, thick— tall oak door, both the gangsters entered, unsteadily with long strides. With broad shoulders and shades covering their eyes, Uzair walked in with security following behind him. His features were very well-schooled and straight.

"Good evening, Godfather!" They wished simultaneously, lowering their necks in respect for the capo dei capi.

"Regardless, boys! Have a seat, both of you. We have a state of affairs, might I add a very perilous situation on our hands to look over." The godfather deduced, dismissing any formalities. “The matters seem simple yet it is but.”

"What is it, Godfather?" The underboss asked, face impassive, voice as cold as an iceberg, taking a seat while nodding in the direction of eleven other heads of the Mafias of different countries, seated on the leather-comfortable revolving chairs, when they nodded at him back in respect.

"No formalities, gentlemen." The godfather ordered. He stood before them, in front of the hea