The heavy oak doors swung open. I didn't even try to hide the paper. I stood right there by the mahogany desk, my fingers crushing the printed sheet of my freshman university schedule, my knuckles completely white.Damiano walked in. It was late, and the sharp scent of smoke, wet asphalt, and rain rolled off his black wool coat. He looked tired, but the moment his black eyes hit the paper in my hand, his face hardened into a familiar stone wall."You're supposed to be resting," Damiano said, his deep baritone cutting through the quiet room. He didn't look at Matteo, who was standing by the door with a thick wool blanket in his hands. "Leave us, Matteo.""Boss," Matteo nodded, dropping the blanket onto the sofa before quickly stepping out, clicking the door shut behind him."What is this?" I demanded, my voice shaking as I held the paper up between us. "Tell me right now what this is, Damiano!"Damiano didn't blink. He walked over, unbuttoning his coat with slow, deliberate movements,
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