*Giovani*
I shut the door to the empty nursery, dimming the twin sounds of Olivia and Dahlia’s tears. Gabriele stared at me with hard eyes, but I was too distracted to try to guess what he was thinking.
Part of me wanted nothing more than to wave him away to solve the problem and collapse on the floor with my wife. Looking at that empty crib, there didn’t seem to be any solution other than to scream.
My son–he took my son. I let that bastard get within striking distance, and he took my fucking son.
I swallowed and pulled my shoulders back. I was more than just a father with a missing son. I was Don Valentino, head of the most formidable crime family in Florence.
Soon to be the only crime family in Florence.
“Walk with me,” I said.
Gabriele and I strode out of my bedroom and through the nearest door to the outside. I leaned into the guard there, barely seeing him.
“Tell Tallon and Alessandro to meet us here when they arrive.”
The man nodded.
