Zade
“Our intel places Romario in the basement of The Agua tomorrow night,” I say to the men gathered in the Vitalo mansion’s conference room.
All the capos of the Chicago Outfit, along with Damon, sit around the table. At the table’s end, the consigliere—my father—maintains a vigilant silence, his gaze sweeping over the men.
Since Leo's betrayal, he’s become even more observant, keen on catching any subtleties I might miss. His presence reminds me of the immense burden he bore for nearly three decades and sheds light on his desire for an early retirement.
I glance at the antique clock on the far wall. It’s already midnight. f**k. There’s no way I’ll be making it back to Sapphire’s tonight. And I didn’t show up for lunch either.
I refocus my attention on the men in the room. “We also
