Ignazio
As I drove away from Danica's apartment, my mind lingered on her smile. But the tranquility was short-lived. The call I got earlier was very disturbing, regarding the fact that I was with Danica. The last thing I want is for her to get hurt because of me, or complicate the growing feelings between us.
My phone buzzed with an encrypted message from my consigliere, Romano.
"Don, let’s meet at the clubhouse. We have a problem."
Any trace of smile or calmness on my face from Danica’s company disappeared from my face. I knew that tone. It meant business.
I arrived at the clubhouse and took an elevator upstairs to my office. Romano was waiting for me at the door with an awful expression on his face.
I was expecting to meet him inside my office since he knew my door code, but he
