Chapter 108

***SINCLAIR'S POV***

The elevator doors ding and I walk out with Matteo, our weapons still in our coats, ready to take it out with the speed of light. As I grab the door to the conference Hall, I twirl it open and stare at the members in it.

Nine men are sitting at a round table and are conversing when I walk in.

"Sorvino," Cabero says distastefully.

"If you don't want your men hearing the following discussion, I will advise you to ask them to leave now," I say walking closer to the table.

He nods his head and seven men scurry off the table, leaving an older man with grey hair and a main male suit. He looks rich and a man having his claws down to the point of dirting it with some blood.

Old men like that don't scare me and unless he wants me to use him as an example of why I don't get played with, he will keep his mouth shut on matters between Vincent Cabero and me.

"Isn't he walking out with the others?" I ask bashfully.

"Well, he might as well be part of the follo