Chapter 180

Guardiola snorted, "...why should that have anything to do with me? "

Seeing Salvatore's mouth almost drop open, Kyra resisted the urge to let the bubbles roll up her throat. 

So much for 'I make decisions so you don't come back looking like that.' With each mission they completed, she witnessed his humanity slowly fading away. At this moment, his anger towards the man standing opposite them, along with his son who was standing behind him, was so obvious that he failed to conceal it."

For she knew that if there were no table demarcating them, Guardiola would take a fist to the face while his son watched—anything to get rid of that smug smile the older man had on. 

"Would you like a drink? " Guardiola asked

Guardiola was a sturdy, sixty-five-year-old man with salt-and-pepper hair that was neatly combed back, framing a weathered yet dignified face. His hazel eyes exuded boldness earned through years of experience. Before taking his seat, he