Chapter 32

Alessandro

Silence filled the air, except for the tip of my fingertips drumming against the steel table in front of me. I had no idea why this man, Shadow, had gone with steel tables. Did he not have any class? I understood that he ran an underground business and was trying to keep things tough and scary, but who said the affairs of the underworld couldn’t be spiced up with some class?

Take me for example. I was a perfect fit.

Or perhaps the steel table wasn’t such a bad idea. Now that I thought about it, it wasn’t exactly useless. Let’s say Shadow’s warehouse happened to get raided by a rival group right now—this steel table could actually come in handy. Just by flipping it over, it could give Shadow ample time to bring out his gun and attack.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” I let out suddenly, causing Shadow to flinch. I watched as he blinked a couple of times, obviously trying to re