VINCENZO'S POV
"Don Luca sent you here?" The well-built man in a casual polo shirt said, his attention on the cards in his hand as he spread them to take a look at them.
"Yeah," I confirmed, looking through the cards in my hand before I looked up at him.
The air was thick with tension and the smell of whiskey filled the dim room with ambient lighting.
Our guards were at the door while I sat at the poker table with the man who was looking at me through dark glasses alongside two other people.
"Gonna sit on that?" He nodded to my cards.
I looked at the cards in my hands and smirked to myself. A Royal flush. Very rare and an unbeatable hand.
"Yeah, I think I'll sit on it" I leaned back in my seat, my expression impassive.
His lips twitched with a minuscule smile. "I think I'll sit on mine too" He muttered.
