Marcel was able to get a breathing space, at least, after Victor moved his attention to his phone, probably chatting with one of his latest love interests. He just prayed his cousin wasn't planning to throw another because the last one lowered his defenses and led to the death of not one, but more than a few of his men. He won't let that happen again.
It was a thirty minute or so drive when they arrived at the hotel restaurant. Thanks to their VIP reservation, they had their own exclusive entrance to the hotel and when he stepped out, Marcel could already see a few of his relatives had arrived with their cars lined up.
As expected, men and women in tailored suits dressed impeccably like they were about to attend an international conference meeting instead of a family meeting. Marcel wondered what was with Mafia families and their love for suits?
