Hayley's POV
It took everything in me not to grab the stupid mafia man by the neck and strangle him to death. Descendants of my pack were being traded abroad, forced to sell their bodies and engage in manual labour.
I never expected this turnout. Not in this manner. I couldn't believe this was how my people had been suffering.
"Mr De la Vega I have called us here for something very important," Lorenzo said into the silence obviously noticing the sudden shift in my demeanor.
"And what is that supposed to mean," another mafia leader asked. "We are criminals, stylized and dignified ones. You can't give us a curfew."
"But I can wage war against you all and have you killed," Lorenzo growled, clenching his fist. I could see the muscles breaking out of his neck and tension descending on the atmosphere.
