Chapter 45: The Mafia Courthouse

Miguel's POV

The car stopped.

“We are here,” Mark announced, looking sideways. Perez stepped out and held the door open for me.

I didn't move. I sucked on my cigarette, finishing the stick before alighting from the car. There was no need for a hurry. Not for something as trivial as Indira and Lino's complaint to the court over my ruining their illegal dealing of selling minors. It was crazy.

In a real court, we would all probably be rotting in jail for presenting such a case but in the Mafia world, this was normal.

Everyone had an entitlement to their illegal business and respecting each other dealings was necessary for peace. We were not to interfere with each other business.

I smirked. Honestly, I was only here out of respect for the council otherwise I wouldn't be here at all.

The council was important, and every lord before me respected them including my father. I sighed and I stepped out of the car.

Merda! The sun was scorching and once again, I hated the idea of being here.

Pe