Chapter 18
AUTHOR’S POV
The room sat under an abandoned winery on the outskirts of southern France. Dust covered the shelves that once held expensive bottles of wine. The place looked abandoned and active and at the same time. The smell of damp wood lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of old cigar smoke. A single bulb hung from the ceiling.
Three people sat around a round wooden table. Just them and no other visible humans around. The oldest among them poured whiskey into three glasses before sliding one toward each man.
“The Gordon incident spread faster than I expected,” the man on his right said, taking a sip.
The old man smiled. “When Don Lorenzo De Luca walks into a room, news always travels.”
The youngest person leaned forward.“They say he humiliated Don Romano.”
“He di
