CHAPTER 122. The Magic Words

Zack nodded and prepared to drop in as the most unwelcome guest at the Rizzuto mansion.

Getting there wasn’t hard, but presenting himself and undergoing their scrutiny took an hour. A long hour during which he remained impassive in a security room until they verified he was indeed the multi-champion and millionaire Zack Keller.

“Follow me, Mr. Rizzuto will see you in his office,” one of the heavily armed guards said, and Zack followed silently.

The Rizzuto mansion was enormous, full of hallways and galleries, and they led him through all of them until they ended up in a library. They searched him for weapons or microphones and then let him in.

Vito Rizzuto was a short, chubby man in his sixties with the kindest face one could imagine, but it was all a façade. Zack knew from reliable sources that the mafioso was a cold-blooded killer.

“Mr. Keller, a pleasure to meet you,” Rizzuto greeted him with a firm handshake. “Can I offer you something?”

“A glass of wa