Diego's POV

The first time I met Armando Milanesi, I was seventeen.

It had been my father’s turn to host the Dons’ council meeting that year. It had also been the first time that the Milanesis would be in attendance. Teodoro

Milanesi had brought along his only son, and I had watched, hidden from the staircase, as the two of them bickered.

“Why can’t I come in with you?” Armando whined. “I’m twenty years old!”

“This meeting is for the men, not the boys. Keep arguing and I will ...