Victor, Adrian, and Luca were all seated in their expansive living room, drinking whiskey and smoking rich cigars. Marco was standing by the side, with his watchful eyes scanning the room as usual
Victor Vitale leaned back in his leather chair; the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. He was satisfied that Adrian had carried out the revenge on the Bianchis last night without hesitating.
As far as he was concerned, it showed power and ruthlessness.
No one was to mess with the Vitales.
Even though he wasn’t the type to cuddle any of his sons, with Adrian being the first and his favorite, he always had a way of showing it.
“That’s how a mafioso handles business,” he said, his voice steady but filled with approval. “Swift, decisive, no hesitation. You’ve done well, Adrian.”
Adrian nodded;
