Lethal Business: The Mafia's love game
"Meetings scheduled, contacts primed."
Mateo nodded in agreement.
"Our presence won't go unnoticed."
I nodded.
Lorenzo, Mateo, and I stepped out into the warm sunlight, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming lavender waft through the air.
Before us lay the majestic Castello villa, "Homecoming," Lorenzo murmured, with a knowing glance.
I nodded. This estate was my father's domain it was filled with memories. Both bitter and sweet.
A figure emerged from the villa's entrance. He was Impeccably tailored as always. His hazel eyes pierced mine across the distance. The eyes of a demon in the flesh. Joseph Catello, my father.
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