Eddie’s POV
Joseph and I had been working in my home office all afternoon, going over delivery schedules for the next few weeks. When I had inherited the title of Don Esposito, I had also inherited my uncle’s penthouse on fifth avenue overlooking central park. Although, I had to have the place completely gutted and renovated before I moved in. I wanted to remove any trace of my uncle as possible. That man had been nothing but a judgemental thorn in my side since I was ten years old. It was amazing how much you could get done in very little time when you told a contractor that money was no object and could actually deliver on that promise. I managed to get the whole project finished in four months.
When my uncle lived here, this place had been dark and intimidating, a real mood killer. It
