The round table meeting of the early hours began to round up..
Luciano seated at the head table looked around the faces of everyone present.
Vittorio, his right hand man. Salvatore, his enforcer and butcher. Carlo, his youth trainer. Giuseppe, representing the security crew.
The only person missing was Lyon.
"Has Aurora said anything about when she's returning to Neravalle? I'm sure Lyon is exhausted from playing bodyguard," he asked.
Vittorio's breath sharpened a little.
The little vixen had played him for a fool. Used him the way she desired, and then jetted off about six months ago to travel the world, partying.
She didn't stop there, as she even made sure to add him to her private stories so he could watch her live life.
Yet every time he swallowed his pride to message her, she left his messages unread.
He didn't think a day would come where he was the one wondering why there was a pullback.
It made him so furious, his hand folded into a fist.
