Nestore's pov
"Drive to the Tariq's" I said to the chauffeur as we stepped into the car.
"Mr Cavarallo," The chauffeur paused, instead of driving.
"Why aren't you driving?" Nevio asked, inching a brow up questioningly.
"There is a party at the Tariq's, a family dinner of some sort and all the family is gathered at the club, should I still drive?"
I turned to Nevio who chuckled, shaking his head. "A family dinner, huh?" He leaned back against the seat, tapping his fingers against his knee. "How convenient."
I smirked, catching his train of thought. "Then let’s crash the party."
The chauffeur hesitated for a second before nodding. "Understood, Mr. Cavarallo."
The car pulled away from the warehouse, gliding smoothly through the dimly lit streets.
The city was alive, neon lights refl
