Salvatore's p.o.v

I heard footsteps approaching,cane sound on the floor as the figure approaches. The space in the empty restaurant making it easier to catch on to sounds. “My boy,” I wince as Nono’s voice echoed through the building.

Beside him was Adriano,we had all arrived at Russia together but had immediately dispersed, with the plan of meeting here to await our guest.

“I'm proud of you my boy,” he said again. Pissing me off by his degrading title of me. Before I had ...