*Giovani*

If there was one thing I absolutely couldn’t stand, it was meetings in the middle of the night. James had taught me one rule about being the Don.

Meetings at night never ended well.

Usually, it meant someone somewhere had fucked up, and now you had to come and fix all this bullshit for them. Or in my case, there was a fucking lunatic after your family.

The streets were empty at this time of night, especially on a fucking Tuesday in the ...