Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Eric

"I understand. Do you think I sent them?" Harrison remarked. "I did not. I do not have plans which involve killing either one of you. That would be outrageously stupid of me and tell me, do I look stupid to you?" Harrison continued.

Who would willingly wager a war between two Mafias where both sides were as formidable as each other? Not Harrison, not I and not Sienna either. The Russian Mafia was different. They had been really stupid to think they would dare Sienna and I and actually go scot free?

“He is telling the truth. His body language is sincere," Sienna said to me in Italian, and she looked into my eyes briefly.

"I believe so too," I replied in Italian too.

Harrison cleared his throat and we looked back at him once more. "We are leaving now. We appreciate the honesty," I said as I stood up.

"Come on, Eric. Let's play one game of poker. Do this for old times sake," Harrison said, smirking.

I knew that he was still fucking mad at the fact that I beat him the last time w