XAVIER'S POV
"Saint, he's in," Scarface informed me, confirming Mr. Giverno's presence in his house. Mr. Giverno, one of the most respected elders of the Fedele family.
I took the final drag from my cigarette, extinguishing it and dropping the remains on the car's mat.
Exiting the vehicle, I moved toward the house with Scarface trailing close behind.
Stepping into his living room, I found him seated, his hands crossed over his chest, his expression inscrutable. Was it remorse for betraying me or a lingering sense of pride, even in my presence?
A proud smile slowly curved my lips as I settled onto his couch, my unwavering gaze fixed on him.
"Giverno!"
I spoke loudly, knowing he valued respect deeply.
"Omerta!"
He roared fiercely. Startled, I burst into laughter, surprising him, but I didn't care; I was there to catch him off guard.
