Chapter 20

  GIORDANO POV

  "Giò! Ma quando mi darai un nipotino, eh? I'm old, Giordano. Be Dead soon."

  Giordano pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, lips tightening. "Mamma… please."

  He leaned back in his custom black leather chair, silk shirt unbuttoned halfway, a fresh Cuban hanging from his li...

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