Luciano: Lovers-to-Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance
I would be their judge, jury, and executioner.
A few more arrangements and the meeting was over.
Raphael and I shook hands, the mutual understanding we held bound us together. “When this is over, don’t call me again, Luciano.”
I grinned. “Oh, don’t be like that. I thought you liked me.” He grinned back. “I do, but there are limits to how much.”
Once those two were out, I glanced at Cassio. “Have you heard back from the Irish, the Italian Dons, the Russian Sinners, and the rest of the Russian Bratva?”