"Why are you here?" Don Marino's defeated voice was heard in the dimly lit room. The man presently standing there wearing an expensive Italian suit was not the most feared leader of the New York mafia but a defeated father and a powerless don. He used to be the man who would decide the destinies of people with a single wave of his hand but now, he was the useless father who couldn't even protect his daughter from the enemy or it was what he was trying to demonstrate but the second man knew better than to accept this facade.
"Why can't I be here?" The man sitting on the lounge chair said with a mocking grin. He stroked his curly dark hair and leaned against the chair. It was clearly visible to Alessandro that the man standing in front of him was taunting him but it was nothing new and he was immune to his taunts. Even the great Don Marino had weakness and that was this man occupying his throne.
