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Unknown POV

I crossed my legs, cigar in between my index and middle finger and a glass of red wine in another hand.

An older man was seated in front of me, his eyes as dark as night. I could feel the rigidness emanating from him, and beneath it lie desperation.

"What do you say, Fernandez Vincenzo?" I asked after a brief sip from my wine. I chuckled at his silence. He was so proud but I wasn't surprised.

All Vincenzo's are. But I cared less, this was just a ...