ALESSIA'S POV:
I smiled at the waiter as he looked toward me. What the hell was Angelo doing, delaying me?
I looked at Cesare's men sitting around. Of course, he had me under surveillance. I waved at Angelo as he walked into the bar.
"You're late." I frowned as he reached where I sat.
"Forgive me, Alessia." He smiled, waving his secretary off as he sat down. "Being a chairman is busy work."
"I heard." I forced a smile. "Congratulations, you're moving up in life."
He gave a soft laugh and exhaled.
"You've still got that cheeky attitude."
"And being chairman doesn't write off all the bad you've done." I leaned on the table.
"It's a lot of filth."
He looked around and leaned on the table. "I've got the power to write it all off. There's nothing you—"
"Should we order something?" I
