Room for criminals

Pedro sat in one of the rooms above with his eyes fixed on the computer. The room was bright with a light penetrating from the open window. The walls have been painted cream. The bed was covered in white and gold linens, so were the pillows. The fluffy white carpet where he rested his feet.

A glass of wine was placed on the side table near the black couch he was sitting on.

From his change of expression, one would know he was having a good time. Soon the door opened and a tired-looking Zane walked in and slammed the door shut.

“Hey, boss… didn't know you can…he-he, I just told the lady you already landed,” Zane said with a chuckle. He was clueless if Pedro would show up at the den. However, he didn't expect the man to show up.

“And Luciano is busy looking for you… after the stunt, you pulled… I'm sure that Antonia will start thinking the evil Ramirez mafia child is alive,” Zane added and poured himself some strong whiskey. He was in the mood to drink something strong. Sitting on th