Chapter 138 Last Prayers

• "Without the paperwork, Don, there's no way we can confirm the ammunition was meant for the Mafia." The man sitting opposite him leered, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground.
• They were about five of them in the red-lit room that had black leather chairs as seats, making it easy for Don to lean and grab him by the throat.
• But he also knew he had Don almost out of options: either get the papers or let the ammunition slide, which wasn't going to be a big deal for him anyway, but he knew how stubborn the Devil was.