The Bianchi’s - III

Another minute ticked by his watch and Salvatore's eyes went to the hallway where Evelyn had disappeared. 

Was five minutes not enough for her to get the job done? It hardly ever took her so long in the house. 

Female anatomy could not be that different, now could it? 

"Gentlemen," 

Salvatore's brows shot up as it only took him seconds to realise who the voice was of. Turning around he found the owner of it, Adrian Murphy. 

Without a smile on his face, he regarded The three men that were standing with him. "I need to discuss business with Don Alessandro." 

Salvatore turned around, maintaining eye contact with every man before saying, " kindly excuse us. We will catch on to our conversations later."

That was enough for the men to understand that they had been dismissed, it politely.