DANTE's POV
I pushed Francesca in front of me; my hand on her waist as I guided her to the back room where we were to meet Manuel.
I had already thought my father was going to give me hell against working with the enemy but he had seemed quite fine with the plan. If Manuel was the coward that I thought he was then he would do anything I wanted him to do including transferring some of his corners over to us and paying a wage to keep the clan satisfied.
They would do whatever I wanted them to do of course but it would also help to keep them calm and when I informed them that we had the Guerra’s in the palm of our hands, that should do the trick.
She remained stiff as we walked while I smiled to the people saying their hellos to me.
We were led to the back of the restaurant; the extra ro
