“You’re coming, boss?!” Toni, one of the men, asked, his voice thick with shock.
Cristiano’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained dangerously calm. “What… can’t I come with you?”
Toni instantly regretted asking. He knew better than to question the Don.
“No, Don, I… I… I mean…” Toni stammered, stumbling over his words. “You—you refused to go earlier, that’s why I… I was confused.”
Cristiano let out a low, dismissive “Hmm,” as if the matter was beneath him.
Toni let out a breath of relief. His eyes softened, and he silently thanked whatever forces kept the Don from being in a bad mood today. He’d live to see another sunrise.
But Hunter’s sharp eyes studied the Don with a calculating, knowing look. If Cristiano had changed his decision, there had to be a reason behind it—a ver
