[Noah's POV]

Don Viti snatched a gold pen from his breast pocket. He grabbed a clean linen napkin from the table and began scribbling.

"I am Viti! I own the south!" Don Viti bellowed.

He threw the napkin at Adrian's chest.

"The deeds to twelve luxury resorts along the Amalfi Coast," Don Viti declared. He pointed a shaking finger at the wrinkled linen. "And the monopoly on the southern legal vineyards. Put them in my granddaughter's name by sunset."

Adrian picked up the napkin. He inspected the ...