Description
"Mr Spillane I do appreciate you inviting us into your house for this meeting but we're on a tight schedule, so if we could move this along." The tall man was begging to get impatient, tapping his fingers on the mahogany table. The cheerful man at the other end of the table leaned back in his chair. "Of course Signore Romano, we're just waiting for our negotiator. She'll be here shortly!" The gaunt Italian man and his associates face were pale and shocked. "She?" Just then the blonde hair girl came through the door. Her eyes locked straight on to the man siting on the left hand side of the table. She couldn't forget his face, after all she had pulled a bullet out of his chest three days prior. *Strong language and mature themes* *all pictures used belong to the rightful owners*
Part 1.
