Manon
I wake up in bed. The bed I'm most used to. The one at the estate. Niccoló is on the phone. He realizes I'm awake instantly.
He glanced at me, pressing a kiss against my forehead. I smile. He paces.
“I don't think that's wise. His sect is gonna move, and with the authenticity of Italy behind him, we'll have some people turn.”
He waits, shuffling smithing on his desk and handing it to me. Oooh! Food!
He hands it to me, putting a fork in the plate. If it's one thing, he's always sure I'm well fed.
He puts his hand on the receiver, nodding towards the food. “Eat, then I need you to get the baby here."
I nod. He gets back on the phone. “No, what's I'm saying is facts. I operate out of America. He operated out of Italy. As an Italian Syndicate he's going to seem more authenic.”
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