He gets in my face. “Who the f**k do you think you are?”
“Someone who agreed to work with you again even though Rocco Pisano killed one of my men.”
“You sent your bikers to storm the Natello shindig. There were civilians there! God only knows how none of them ended up dead.”
“There are no civilians in our business, Arturo. We have dead people on both sides, but Cosa Nostra started this s**t. If you want a truce, it’ll be on my terms.”
Arturo glares at me, his nostrils flaring. I can see his control slipping as fire burns in his eyes. A heartbeat. An invisible snap, and he hits the top of the desk with his palm. “Fine.” He turns and marches out of my office.
I take my phone off the desktop and shoot a message to Filip, saying that the wedding date has been confirmed and we’re a go
