Vittorio’s POV
“Tell him I’m busy!” Vittorio snapped, throwing the velvet folder across the desk. It slid and hit the bookshelf with a dull thud.
“I told him that, Don,” Pietro said, standing stiff by the door, voice thin. “But he said it’s urgent.”
“Everything’s urgent with politicians. They piss in their pants if you don’t smile their way.”
The Conversation on the phone with the politician was as expected
“You want to run for office, you need a wife,” he said. “A face to hold beside you in press photos. The people like it.”
I grunted. “I don’t need a wife. I need Giordano’s head on a stick.”
He chuckled. “Well, get one and the other becomes easier.”
I hung up. I didn’t have time for suits and puppets.
I rubbed my temples, trying to focus. The papers in front of me blurred. Numb
