Maximus
I inhaled and exhaled deeply as I stood outside the double doors. In the twenty-nine years of my life, there haven’t been many situations that made me nervous. But this…this gets me every time. I shook my head and then knocked twice before opening the door and walking inside.
He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk, and his bluish-gray eyes met mine with the usual cool grace. That was all the excitement I got from him every time I got a chance to visit.
“Ciao, papà, “ I murmured, shutting the door behind.
“Maximus,” he stood up as I walked over to hug him. And even at 82, he was sturdy as hell. Not a muscle out of place.
Drago Lazaro Barbaro was the formidable head of the Barbaro family and the most feared leader within the Calabrian ’Ndrangheta—the most powerfu
