Savage Sons MC Books 1-5
Fang
Giovanni was no longer a boy, that much was perfectly clear. He was a man, a young man, but a man nonetheless. It wasn’t just the width of his shoulders, it was something in the way he held himself. The sure, confident way he spoke.
Gio was no longer a boy playing a man's game, he was cool, calm and confident without being too cocky.
He also supplied me with fifty-year-old scotch, so that was a point in his favour.