~Victor POV~
I was sitting in front of the six Mafia heads and Aunt Lita, entertaining a “seat-down” to address the hot war between me and Nicolai that apparently was getting these men’s panties in a bunch due to its very public escalation. I hastily signaled for the host, Don Valenza, who sat at the other end of the oval-shaped mahogany table, to begin.
Don Valenza looked around the table and his eyes brightened once he caught sight of Aunt Lita. “Good evening, gentlemen…please bear with me, I would be remiss if I did not greet Carmelita personally. Carmelita, I do believe you become more and more beautiful each time I see you,” he mused as he politely tilted his head toward my aunt.
My Aunt smiled with a little hint of a blush on her cheeks, which surprised me. I cough in irritatio
