His dark hair is slicked back, showcasing his chiseled features and those steel-blue eyes. He’s clean shaven, but like always, a hint of a five o’clock shadow pokes through. He reeks of authority in his navy fitted slacks and a white crisp shirt.
His cane makes him look all the more intimidating.
Saint and Willow are close behind him. Both look stunning. I wonder where Pavel and Max are.
“Ah, my friend,” Santo says happily, walking over to Alek and offering his hand.
They shake, and I can’t help but feel deflated as Alek hasn’t sought me out. He’s behaving as though I don’t exist, but I suppose that’s to be expected after our last meeting.
How things have changed since then.
“Please, I want you to meet my brother, Vincenzo; his son, Christian; and my brother-in-law, Fausto.” Santo wa
