Salvatore's p.o.v

My gaze flickered to Nono’s, beside him stood Rafael whose eyes swept the room like he was looking for a prey to feast on tonight. I strutted over to them, since Candela had excused herself.

“My boy,” Nono smirked mischievously as his hand collided with my back approvingly. I flinched, irritated by his choice of words.

I was no boy.

“Where's Adriano,” I asked, cocking my brow at Rafael whose distraction was increasing by the second.

“Umm…he said ...