The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)
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will instruct my men to be extra watchful for anything suspicious. I loathe Luciano Montanari, just like I detested his daughter. Dismissing these thoughts, I get up from my chair and make my way to the large w
ed stone, yet I've known him long enough to read the subtle tension in his shoulders, a clear sign of unease. Orlando, on the other hand, rarely veers away from hi
lings. "We have instructed all of the men to ensure they a
night's gathering isn't just a social affair; it's a chessboard and every move is critical. The slightest misstep could send my empire into disarray. "Good," I reply, setti
ling additional surveillance around the perimeter of the palazzo. And our contact in their security has co
d I've learned never to underestimate them. "Good, but remember, the Montanaris are like smoke - visible but untouchable. They know how to navigate the currents unseen," I say, my gaze returning to the
on us, boss," he says with a crisp determination that belies the danger of our unde
her creaks beneath me. "My ex-wife and daughter will be there," I say as I turn to face Luca and Orl
es are higher now. Family is involved, and that changes everything. "I'll personally see to their protection," he ass
t I'll be going alone. Who knows, maybe I'll bring someone home and have some fun. I ascend the stairs, each step measured and solid, the sound of my footsteps a regal echo in the marble foyer. T