Luciano smiled.
"What's so funny?" Enrique asked.
"You aged about ten years."
"When you have a puttana for a sister and foolish young men you keep teaching the littlest things for brothers, let's see how youthful you'd look."
He tilted his head from side to side. "Fair enough."
"I'm not going to ask what you want again. But I will ask why you gave money to my boys. Trying to buy them?"
"With five thousand dollars to a man? That's all it'll take to buy your guards? You're telling on yourself." He shrugged.
Enrique took a seat and crossed his legs. "I heard about Valentina Wallace."
Luciano's fist formed, as his pulse quickened.
"So you do know why I'm here?"
"You mentioned it had something to do with project Blackstone. Your father and her father were the very first men to touch that ground. Her father has all the secrets of that place. I assume you're keeping her because of access to the land."
"You make a lot of assumptions, you know?"
