Maldini’s pov;
I was just about to retire to my room when I saw Ricardo come in from the window.
I sat down in the living room and waited for him, my eyes fixed on the door as it opened. Ricardo stepped inside and took off his coat.
“You came quickly,” I stated, noting how composed he looked for a man that was summoned back into the city on my command, in the dead of night.
“As you ordered, father,” he replied, no emotion whatsoever in his voice. He inclined his head in a gesture that might have passed for respect to anyone else. But to me, there was something off about that.
I gestured to the chair across from me. “Sit.”
He did.
For a moment, I said nothing. Silence had always been something I liked. When you were silent, the other person tend to fill it with enough confessions.
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