The other dons, who had vanished from the room the moment El-Romano appeared inside the clubhouse with a six-foot, massive-sized tiger, were still panting profusely the moment they reached the lower floors of the black market, looking up at the wing where the clubhouse was located.
That prick of a man had clearly been messing with their heads when he invited them over for a meeting with the new underworld kingpin who was no other than Maverick.
"What the f*ck just happened?!" One of them yelled in anger as he walked over to where one of the black market bagmen stood, confused, landing a thundering slap over his face to see him stumble over and hit the ground.
"What the f*ck do you all take us for in this bloody market?!" The man continued to scream as he walked even closer to where the boy had sprawled over, trying to stand up.
