Chapter 427

• Her father stood in the center of the room, on the tan-colored carpet, feet planted firmly apart,, looking massive and frightening. His shirt was open to his waist, exposing his heavy muscled hirsute chest and he was breathing hard. Although Piers and James Schwartz were also present, she took one look at their faces, appealing silently to them but knowing that they were helpless.
• The Don’s head was lowered, narrowed grey-blue eyes on them and then before Philippe could utter a word, the Mafia Don had stepped forward and sent him flying across the room, with a punch so hard, Ria thought she could hear the bones cracking.
• He had not given them a chance to explain, she thought blindly.