At that moment Raymond couldn't believe what he just heard—that Zane was really from a mafia family. His legs lost strength beneath him, and he dropped into his seat like the weight of the truth had just collapsed onto his shoulders. His hands trembled slightly, and he stared blankly ahead, his mind racing in a hundred directions, but none making sense.
He still couldn't believe it, Zane? That quiet guy? That same man who never spoke unless he needed to? A mafia family?
He felt a knot twist in his chest, one of dread and realization.
He couldn't believe he had tried to cross Zane. Mock him. Humiliate him. Now, the whole thing felt like stepping on the tail of a lion while thinking it was a harmless cat.
However on the other side, Robert's throat had gone dry. He licked his lips anxiously and glanced at Daniel, hoping—no, praying—that his earlier question wouldn't come back to haunt him.
