DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE
It was the only place where he could lie, plan, cheat, and sin without anyone seeing his face.
He cracked his neck and opened the first file. Vincenzo Carbone. He hissed at the name. A clown that always wished he was a wolf.
Luca tapped his phone, called one of his men, and leaned back.
“Heard you were looking for some spice this night,” the man on the other end said.
“I need more than spice. I need truth,” Luca replied.
“The fuck you want to know?”
“Vincenzo Carbone. What is he doing these days? I need everything. If he farts, I need to know the smell.”