Chapter Sixteen. Sicilian Revelations.
The sun begun to set behind an orchard of lemon and olive trees. Hamish sipped the homemade lemonade, the best he had ever tasted on the back patio of the large stone-built house. He felt peaceful in that place. Strange, given he was currently sitting with the infamous Don Marco Dovizioso, the head of all Mafia families, and one of the most dangerous humans on the planet.
“Eva thought you would be more comfortable here than the big house. How should I say this, but we have, well, guests,” Marco Dovizioso chuckled, before pulling out a long cigar, and lighting it up, letting out a sigh of satisfaction, as he blew smoke rings into the air.
“Needless to say, you do not tell my wife I am smoking this cigar,” the Don looked at Hamish, who chuckled.
