Stanzo

You sat lazily across the velvet chair of your office, twirling a silver knife between your fingers,which had gold rings on then as another man begged for forgiveness on the floor. Stanzo’s jaw tightened slightly.What about the traitor “Handled.” A faint bruise darkened his cheekbone. Someone had fought back. Your gaze lingered there a second too long. “I told you not to deal with problems personally,” you muttered. For the first time all night he softened slightly.I protect you no one else