**Mattia's POV**
I glance at the time on my white gold watch and frown as I realize how late it is. It's past nine-thirty in the morning, and I should have arrived at my scheduled meeting over half an hour ago.
"Grab the suitcase quickly, Alessandro, I don't have all day, damn it," I bark at the Italian who serves as my head of security.
"Imposed by my brother."
Even though I'm over thirty and have lived in America since they moved to Italy, my brother hasn't stopped sending people to watch my back, including Alessandro, an Italian who, as my brother Luciano would say, was trained by the elite.
"And what an elite!"
With that, I refer to Terzo and the rest of the thugs he calls friends. I adjust my tie and leave Alessandro behind as I hurriedly exit the airport. I had to travel to Eng
