Chapter 114: Father’s Love
Marcella observed the yakuza guys in there. They all were sitting with their backs straight and had a hardened look on their face. She’s used to seeing men with a no-nonsense attitude and she was not intimidated by them.
The group of men were all wearing suits like office workers. If anyone saw them on the streets, they would think they were working on Wall Street. That’s how decent they were dressed. One of the guys was sitting silently while the other guy was observing his face as if he was waiting for his command. The other guys were observing everything going around.
The silent guy looked at her directly noticing her stare. Marcella didn’t look away. She was not staring at him; she was observing him. He would know the difference.
She bowed her head as she knew it was how they were greeted in their country. That guy bowed his head at her. She sensed no hostility from him. She’s heard women aren’t mostly allowed in the yakuza and yet women of the family in the top held power. Maybe that’s how he sees her as—the boss lady.
She then turned away. That guy is the general. He will do what the family asks him to do. She can make a scene saying that she was offended that the family sent a general for the negotiations, but then, what purpose would it serve?
But through her peripheral vision, she saw the other guy accidentally dropping something. She turned to look reflexively. That guy was missing his pinkie.
She turned to the front. She knew the yakuza had their way of showing remorse to their superiors. Well, whatever floats their boat!
It was different in her father’s gang though. Once someone betrays or disobeys, that’s it. There is no turning back. Maybe losing a finger is not as bad as losing the heartbeat.
For the question Tony asked, Mclaughlin was not saying anything straight. That was surprising considering how open he was earlier.
"Do you know who killed my sister, Mclaughlin?" she asked.
Since Mclaughlin wanted to pass the time, she wanted to at least gather some information.
"It was not me!" Mclaughlin raised his hand. He looked away as if he was hiding something. It was obvious he knew something.