Luca drags my ass to the office and shuts the door behind us. “Thank you, Armani.” He comes closer, and lifting a hand to my left shoulder, he gives me a squeeze. “You saved my life. I’ll never forget it.” “I was just doing my job, sir. Without you, the mafia is fucked,” I answer honestly. His eyes lock with mine, and I see the gratitude in them. “I’m giving you the north of Italy. Franco will join me in America.” Jesus. My lips part with shock. It’s a huge fucking deal getting to control the northern territory. It takes a lifetime to work yourself up to such a high position. He pats my
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