The private room was lavishly decorated, with plush furniture and expensive artwork on the walls. Nicolas Serpenti sat at a large table, a glass of whiskey in hand. He looked up as Damien entered, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Damien Ferrari," Serpenti said, his voice smooth and confident. "Dominic Ferrari's stepbrother, if I'm not mistaken?"
Damien tried not to wince at being identified as Dominic's stepbrother.
"That's right," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But I'm here on my own account, not as Dominic's messenger."
Nicolas took a sip of his whiskey, eyeing Damien coolly. "And what exactly are you here to discuss?" he asked, setting the glass down on the table.
