Chapter 300: The Attack
Carlos sat comfortably leaning on the chair. Leander was crossing his legs and shaking his foot.
Leander tapped his finger on the table. His smile vanished and his aura turned dangerous turning the air suffocating. Carlos gulped and without knowing his shoulder slouched.
"I’ve seen you stalking my wife. Man to man, I got to be honest. I do not appreciate that. My wife’s a little scaredy cat. She comes crying to me that a big scary man is stalking her, I get mad and forget you’re a cop, I do something..." Leander cocked his head, his fingers still tapping on the table.
Although Leander’s threat wouldn’t be admissible in a court of law, Carlos knew it was a threat. But he had nothing to fear. It’s not like he has anything to hide. Leander is not the first mafia he meets. He’s brought down an entire yakuza ring. Leander is nothing compared to them.
"I do not have a particular inclination toward married women, Leander, unlike..." Carlos cleared his throat. "I wanted to meet Viviana Mattias. I have something to ask of her."
’You can ask me," Leander said. "I know everything she knows and something more."
Carlos laughed. Leander raised his brows in utter carelessness and his lips curved to a smirk.
"I know she is being held as a hostage by you, Leander. She~"
"Hostage?" Leander scoffed and looked at Stevee. "Did you hear him, Steve?" he asked. Steve laughed out loud.
Carlos banged the table. "Do not think that you can fool me, Leander. You are no different from the thugs that I’ve made to lick my shoes. Hand Viviana Mattias over to me. And I~"
Leander stood up. His chair toppled back. Steve pulled out his gun. Carlos was stunned. Before Carlos could react, Leander toppled the table. The porcelain utensils fell on the floor and shattered.
Carlos tried to stand up but Leander pushed the table and pinned his legs.