RAPHAEL'S POV
I gave Uncle Giovanni a puzzled look, standing up slowly as I walked toward the door. My steps were deliberate, cautious. Gripping the knob firmly, I yanked it open—fast.
Empty.
Both sides of the hallway stretched out with no sign of life. No shadow. No sound.
I stepped back inside, shaking my head at the silent question in the Don's eyes.
"This room is soundproof, right?" I asked, resuming my seat across from him just as my phone vibrated on the table.
A notification popped up. My wingman.
I grabbed the phone, opened the message, but no reply yet. Looking up, I found Uncle Giovanni rearranging the neatly stacked files on his table, clearly trying to look busy.
I sighed. "Uncle?"
"Erm... well, I didn’t put that into consideration when building this house," he said, w
