ROMAN'S P. O. V
“Cappellucci”
Lorenzo, an average height, bulky man, stepped out from behind his daughter, and he dipped his chin in greeting.
“Lorenzo,” I said tightly, a headache throbbing at the back of my eyes. Not now and certainly not this.
Lorenzo had always wanted me to marry his daughter, Coraline, and as one of the most respected mob men in the outfit, it seemed ideal at the time, only that my relationship with Coraline ended as soon as it began.
“To what do I owe this unannounced visit?” I made no effort to hide the disapproval in my voice. Respected and wealthy or not, he had no right to come into my home without informing me beforehand.
Lorenzo straightened, his brown eyes holding mine for a beat, before moving towards Calista. They narrowed to malicious slits.
I reste
