《Different Love In The Mafia World》06
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I didn't care if someone didn't like my rudeness. He was there if he wanted to be if he didn't want to be..he could leave.
"Good afternoon" the three of them spoke and the boy in the middle extended his hand to me. I looked at his hand and then at him and I extended my hand to him.
Our eyes were locked and it didn't matter what was going on around us...but we soon stopped it by sitting down.
We soon ordered meals and then started negotiating. The plan is for them to lend us weapons and we lend them some of our best killers,
we have very good killers so I believe they will agree.
"So Miss De'Bardi what exactly did you plan to negotiate today" said the boy from the middle, and my gaze was only on him.
"sir.." I looked at him with a questioning look to tell me his last name.
He nodded "D'Angelo"..."Reign D'Angelo" he said.
I just nodded,
"so Mr. D'Angelo, I was planning to borrow a couple of weapons from you, and you will get our best killer in return" i said
"of course you can choose it"
as I spoke I looked at him expecting some reaction.
But nothing. I couldn't see anything from his face everything was professional, which I like.
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