Henry steadied himself against his desk, sweat beading on his forehead. He took a deep breath and instructed his assistant Cooper, “Prepare the plane. We’re heading to Sicily shortly.”

It wasn’t his mother or his clout that had cemented his status in Sicily, but a medical condition.

He suffered from a disorder that occasionally stripped him of temper control.

Yet, since meeting Giselle, episodes had ceased. However, his mood had recently become volatile ...