Rino ─𖤝─ "I’m here," I said, "Where’s my son?" Vincenzo finally turned away from the window, the smoke from his cigar trailing behind him. He looked at me for a long beat. "Sit down, Rino," he said, gesturing to the heavy leather chair across from his desk. "Let’s have a drink. I’ve got a bottle of the good stuff." I moved toward the chair, and sat down, my spine stayed a straight line, as I put one leg over the other. Vincenzo reached for a crystal decanter, the amber liquid swirling inside. He poured a glass and slid it across the surface toward me. "No," I said, I didn't even look at the glass. I didn't want his hospitality, and I sure as hell didn't want to dull my senses with his liquor. Vincenzo shrugged, taking a slow sip of his own drink. He looked over at Adriano, then back at me. "Always so serious," Salvatore murmured. "Life is too short to be this miserable, Rino." "My life is none of your business," I snapped, my gaze pinned on Vincenzo, "Let’s cut the chase.
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