*Tallon*
“I have to admit, I never thought this day would come.” The older man in front of me raised one of the fancy glasses filled with simple ice water, slouching comfortably in the leather chair across from the desk, a smile on his lips despite the creases around his eyes and the gray that was slowly overtaking the black in his thin curls.
“You mean me getting married or finally settling the feud with the Russians? And here I thought you had faith in me,” I snorted, sending him a grin.
Giovani had certainly aged in these years. But unlike how stressed and cold he was as the Don, this version of him was relaxed and open—happy.
I was a bit jealous.
