Luca's POV
Don Vittorio didn’t say a word at first as we left Elena. He simply led me down the quieter section of the corridor.
He stopped only when we reached a corner beside an old cabinet.
“So, what do you think of my daughter so far?" He asked. "She won’t be a headache for you now, would she? hm?” He laughed, laughing lightly at his own question.
“No, sir." I smiled slightly. "She’ll be no problem. She’s… actually pretty interesting.”
Which was the safest version of the truth, considering that I’d just finished f**king his daughter barely 5 minutes ago.
He seemed satisfied enough and then, almost instantly, his expression shifted.
“Walk with me.” He said in the usual commanding tone I knew and I followed.
He said nothing for several steps and then he stopped again, pulled a cig
