Chapter 176 Like Hell

• AUTHORS POV
• The brown mahogany desk sat under an arched window that looked out onto the courtyard. Evening’s golden sun cast lazy stripes across the Persian rug. The clock ticking silently as Don Pedro paced slowly behind his ornate chair, fingers steepled as he stared at the rich red drapes. He wore an immaculate tailored suit, but today it seemed fitted only to a man waging war with his own heart.
• Franco, stepped through the tall doors. He closed them quietly, glancing momentarily at the floor before approaching.