ANTHONY’S POV
Flashback to twelve years ago – 20 years old.
The man sitting opposite from me adjusts on his chair for the third time since he got here ten minutes ago. And just like I did the last two times, I ignore him again.
But when he does it a fourth time, I look over at him in irritation. “Something bothering you?”
He shakes his head vigorously, thorn between looking behind me and at my face. “No, Mr. Romano.”
“Then f*****g sit still.”
I continue going over the contract my lawyer drafted up for me. It’s for my first move into the cooperate world of real estate and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t f*****g excited for this one. I only wish my lawyer, Victor showed me that respect by coming up to my father’s house himself and not sending this sleaze bag seated opposite me in his
