Page 42 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

I was still reeling with disappointment as I walked over to the others to determine what the hell had just happened.

Adriano had pulled Dario aside and was whispering angrily to him. Even by Adriano standards, he seemed more worked up than usual.

Poor Bianca was standing off to the side, pale as a ghost.

What the fuck?

Had Aurelio made a comment to Bianca? Something that had set Adriano off?

But then why was Valentino angry while Massimo and Lars were calm and unaffected?

Something didn’t make sense.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached the group.

Dario turned to look at me, his face almost as grim as when the Turk had taken Alessandra hostage. “We have a problem.”