GIOVANNI’S POV
"To new beginnings," Signor Rossi raised his glass, his face creasing into a satisfied smile.
I clinked my glass against his, the sound sharp and clear in the private dining room. "And profitable partnerships."
We drank, sealing the deal we spent the last three hours negotiating. Rossi's distribution network in exchange for protection and a cut of the northern part of the city.
It was a good arrangement, one that would help fill the gaps the Riveras had torn in our operations.
"You drive a hard bargain, De Santis," Rossi said, setting down his glass. "Your father would be proud. You've rebuilt what many thought was lost."
"We're not rebuilt yet," I said with a shrug. "But we're getting there."
"You’re too modest." He clapped me on the shoulder as he stood. "I look for
