"Oh, be careful with your words, De Luca. One might think you want war against the Morettis with the way you speak to my man."
A man in a dark, perfectly tailored suit strolled towards the table, hands tucked casually in his pockets.
He carried himself with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance, each step calculated, as if the entire room were there for his amusement.
He had a rugged, handsome face marked by a well-kept beard that accentuated the strong lines of his jaw. Dark eyes, sharp and full of knowing, scanned the table with a gleam of interest. The crowd's whispers fell silent, as though his presence alone demanded it.
I straightened in my seat, the vibrator inside me making it hard to keep my composure.
My fingers tightened on the armrests as I forced a smile, det
