LUCIANO SIN RUSSO
I messaged my wrists and crossed my legs, already tired of our seeming never ending meeting with investors for our ordnance company.
It was an important meeting and I knew it but there was way more important issues on my mind, disturbing me and threatening to make me lose my mind unless attended to.
A knock came on the door and without waiting for a response, the door was opened. I didn’t need to check who it was. For someone to have that much confidence to interrupt my meeting, it had to be someone really powerful and relevant.
I was right as I finally turned to spot Enzo Matteo walking in.
Enzo Matteo, the father of my wife to be, Laura.
I knew he was going to be coming around today. My father had made mention of it before leaving to attend to other matters that
