"No one died, right?" Steve Galiny asked, frowning slightly.
His younger brother was an absolutely competent enforcer, but his tyrannical nature meant he was liable to kill someone at the drop of a hat.
Steve had hoped to handle the Paradise Farm situation quietly. He didn't want to draw any outside attention; if others caught wind of his strategic goals prematurely, his plans to consolidate enough high-quality farms and ranches would become significantly more difficult.
"I was planning to kill that farm manager," Grello Galini said smugly. "But the guy seemed to have good luck. He'll probably survive, though he'll definitely be crippled for life."
"Keep a lower profile this time!" Steve frowned. "Didn't I warn you? Why are you still so ostentatious?"
"Steve, if we want to snatch up those shares quickly, we have to strike like lightning!" Grello retorted. "If we don't terrify them, why would they ever hand over their equity?"
