Meanwhile, Tommy sat on the couch in the penthouse suite.
His forearms rested on his thighs as he sat deep in thought. The expression on his face was nothing like the one he had worn throughout the day.
Even the burst of hoy brought by Primo, and the fury he'd felt upon seeing Lucian earlier, was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
Just the thought of Marshal left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Although his men had reported that Marshal wasn't personally in the country, simply knowing that Marshal's people had been operating near him and Liza was already unacceptable.
"That bastard..." he muttered under his breath.
His grip around the whiskey glass tightened until it trembled.
"I shouldn't have settled for just a warning."
Tommy hissed before finishing the rest of his drink in one swallow.
It had been years since he'd heard anything about Marshal or the Di Carpios.
