Ignazio
I carefully stepped out of the car, weary from my bullet wound and the journey.
Jon, my driver, retrieved my bag.
"Welcome back, don," he said.
I nodded.
"Grazie,Jon."
As I entered my mansion, the familiar scent of old wood and leather enveloped me. I breathed deeply, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
Madam Morgana was already waiting for me in the living room with smiles on her face.
The news of my injury was kept secret, even from my people. Having the news spread out could create some unwanted targeting from our rivals.
"Benvenuto, Master. Shall I prepare your room?" Madam Morgana asked.
"Sì, grazie." I responded, watching her hurried up the stairs.
I planned to rest, to let the weight of my responsibilities settle for a while.
Some minutes later when I r
