Chapter Eight – Jaxon
Meeting the Don at the airport was an experience that had me quaking in my boots. Where once he had seemed friendly, (ish) his time he took one look at my brother and me, and his face set like stone. Hell, you could almost see the steam coming from his ears.
We did all the things, like kissing his f*****g fingers, and after an uncomfortable ride in his private jet, where he glared at the pair of us the whole way, and a ride in a car with his minions who also glared at us like we were going to die any second, we finally arrived at the house we were going to stay. The welcome we got from the older guys was a lot better; both were friendly. One translating for the other, and extremely excited about olive and lemon trees, and before we had time to even unpack, we were
