Chapter 163

  Vittorio's POV

  The office smelled like whiskey and smoke. Valentino was already there, sitting behind my desk like he owned the place.

  I closed the door.

  He looked up. "She asleep?"

  "Yeah," I said. "Finally."

  He nodded, slow. "You look like shit."

  "Thanks," I muttered, pouring myself a...

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