Domenico's POV
He was one of the new faces.
Not older than twenty, with a slim build and too clean for someone sitting in a room like this. That alone told me everything I needed to know.
"Relax," I said calmly, though there was no warmth in it. "You look like you've already been judged."
A weak, nervous chuckle escaped him, but it died almost immediately when no one else joined in.
"I haven't done anything, Boss," he said quickly.
I didn't respond.
Instead, I dragged my chair back slowly and rose to my feet at an unhurried pace. Only then did I take a slow step toward him, then another, closing the distance without taking my eyes off his face.
"What's your name?"
"Bartolomeo," He replied quickly. "Bartolomeo Gennaro,"
Gennaro... the name rang familiar.
A certain Gennaro ha
