Dominick's POV
"Alright, calm down, Dominick. Relax, let's go inside and talk," Angelo said, gesturing for me to follow him.
I exchanged a quick look with Alen before nodding, silently instructing my men to stay alert. As we entered the mansion, Angelo led me to the sitting room and motioned for me to take a seat.
"I didn't expect to see you here," I said, trying to keep my tone casual as I glanced at him suspiciously.
Angelo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, someone's got to take care of business since the Don is gone."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his cryptic words. "What kind of business are we talking about?"
Angelo leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious. "The kind that requires a delicate touch and a keen eye for detail. The Don may be gone, but his legacy lives on, and it's up to us to uphold it."
