Pov Mattia.
I down the glass of whiskey and immediately stand up. I smooth out my clothes and adjust my hair to the side, pretending to be dizzy, before walking to the table where four middle-aged men are with glasses of cognac, and one of them is playing chess. I smile mischievously because I'm a whiz in this area, not just because chess is a game that heavily relies on mental skills, but because, to me, it's an art.
«And my strength is art»
"Good evening, gentlemen" I greet, clearing my throat while holding Valeria's hand, "I'm Mattia Morgan," I say, extending my hand to them.
They all stand up immediately, not only because I'm the brother of the most powerful man in the underworld, but because after I created my company, I've made a name for myself in the mafias that rule the countr
