~NICO~
I’d ordered them all in for breakfast.
Not because I enjoy company in the morning.
Because the annual auction is in three days, and I don’t tolerate disorganization.
The long dining table was full for once. Enzo to my right. Adriano three seats down to my left. The rest of my men spaced out along the length of it. Sienna and Elianna were at the far end, quiet.
The chef had laid out a proper spread—eggs, grilled sausages, roasted tomatoes, platters of prosciutto and salami, fresh bread, ricotta, olives, and strong coffee. No one spoke loudly. They knew better.
I cut into my eggs and looked toward Elianna.
“Where’s Cake?”
She glanced at Sienna before answering. “She’s down with a terrible cold. She was up most of the night. She’s trying to sleep.”
A cold.
I took a sip of cof
