Eliot shook his head. "A mil, each." No way he was buying in to anything less. If it was a million each or nothing, Eliot was fairly certain Pietro would agree to the terms. If the product was really worth ten.
His tone was cool and even, to match his stance. He still held Jack in his sight. As antsy as the man was, Eliot was pretty sure he was going to have a fight on his hands, once he walked out the door. He was actually kind of looking forward to it.