Maldini’s pov;
People only claimed to hate the devil if he wasn’t dangerous. But a generous devil? They loved that!
If the monster had manners, then he was a good man.
I watched them clap as the priest finished his speech, his voice trembling with gratitude, his eyes shining like I had personally descended from heaven with open hands.
As the cameras flashed, I turned to Diego.
“Make sure the press gets the angle from the left,” I said, without looking at him. “My scar shows on the right.”
Diego nodded and moved quickly.
We were standing in the courtyard of San Miguel Children’s Hospital. My men had cleared the entrance hours ago, incase there would be any threats. One couldn’t be too careful.
A reporter stepped forward. “Mr. Peretti, can you tell us what inspired this generous dona
