Richard couldn't express how troublesome he found the maze that was Jovani's estate to be. It veered off somewhere else when they thought they had found the right way to their destination. God. Could the man avoid making at least one thing in his less complicated? Indeed, protection was important against enemies. This, however, was overkill even for the traditional level of precautions that most mafia boss took.
The mafioso rubbed his forefinger and thumb together in hopes of dulling the tingling feeling that seemed like it wouldn't go away any time soon. Damn. Something must've fractured the last time he punched the Vedova Nera boss. That was no good—the only good, reliable feature about his body. Now wasn't the time for him to be going about and injuring his dominant hand.
