Darren’s POV…The restaurant Alessio chose was tucked away on a quiet street, dimly lit, the kind of place you only found if you were looking for it. I’d been here once, years ago, for a meeting that lasted all of twenty minutes before gunfire broke out in the alley. Tonight, the place was quiet. Too quiet.Alessio was already there when we arrived, sitting at a corner table with his back to the wall, a glass of untouched water in front of him. His fingers drummed absently against the table, but his eyes were sharp, calculating, locked onto us the moment we walked in.“Don. Bruno.” He greeted us with a nod.“I’ve told you not to call me that,” I said automatically, my voice low. He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes.We sat, and almost immediately, he started talking.He went into a full rundown of recent movements in the mafia, the quiet shifts in power, certain territories changing hands without a public fight, alliances forming where there shouldn’t have been any. He spok
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