Chapter 251 Piers And The Don

• The Mafia Don’s words sounded hollow, even to his own ears. But the Don stood, swaying, having come round the table, looking like he was about to step into the ring. His face was bruised, blood on his chin, his hair dishevelled. But he still carried the authority, the unspoken command of a man who called the shots.
• Piers Delano stood, studying him for a long time, his hands thrust into his pockets. Then he sauntered over to a chair and pulled it upright before sitting down.
• The casual way his eldest son had dismissed him was as bad as the physical assault he had received from his younger son. Lucien Delano stood, fists bunched, glaring at Piers, his broad, muscled chest heaving.