Dante

My apartment was one floor, as opposed to Dario’s two. Nevertheless, the four-bedroom floorplan was more than enough space for a single man. With access to the capo dei capi’s home, I wasn’t exactly bringing women to my bedroom. Other than Contessa’s once-a-week visit to clean—keeping things from getting too out of hand—rarely did anyone come by. If Dario wanted me, he’d call me to him.

Wearing nylon basketball shorts and a t-shirt, I had my heart set on ...