Musical Accompaniment: Storm by Honors
A master of words is as dangerous as any swordsman- Salvatore Mallore
EARL
It’s starting to take too long for her to get back and every sense I have is buzzing furiously beneath my skin.
I tear off a bit of bread and scoop up the olive oil left on my plate even as the waiters pour Conti more wine.
“Business has been good?” I ask, my voice as neutral as possible.
Victor snorts and specks of half chewed meat land on the table cloth. “Would be much better if you Families weren’t charging me through my f*****g nose just to get my shipments moved.”
Resisting the urge to wrinkle my nose in disgust, I nod slowly like every word Conti is saying matters to me.
“We know times are tough,” I say, rubbing the side of my nose casually with one finger. “Le
