FRANCO'S POV
"Boss, she's here," Nick, my right-hand man, announces an hour after my phone conversation with Jamie.
Finally! I've been in agony, my impatience simmering just below the surface. My "junior brothers" are throbbing painfully, straining against my zipper. I take a swig of whiskey, the amber liquid burning down my throat.
"Send her in," I command in a hoarse tone, my eyes locked on the door.
Jamie, Jamie, Jamie... Daughter of a nobody, yet she's got the guts of a billionaire. She's got the audacity to keep Don Franco waiting. I feel a twisted sense of excitement, my mind racing with the possibilities. You're going to regret keeping me waiting, Jamie. Oh, how you're going to regret it.
The knock at the door breaks my reverie. "Come in," I command, leaning back in my chair, m
