*Giovani*

“It’s such a pleasure to meet the Don of the Valentinos.” Dmitri smiled as he watched me carefully. There was a coldness to his eyes, the black irises almost dead-looking as he stared at me, not even blinking.

Fucking bastard.

“Unfortunately, we couldn’t have met under better circumstances,” Dmitri glanced around at the empty warehouse around us, a dozen men with their eyes and guns on me. “But you’re quite a hard man to find these ...