Same day in the evening, Vincenzo was sitting by the poolside along with his guards and Emma. The quiet sound of water lapping against the edge of the pool was the only thing filling the silence. His gaze was detached, shoulders relaxed as he sat back like a king, the picture of control. Emma sat closely towards him, brushing her hand against his, but he didn't even flinch.
Buzz… Buzz…
Vincenzo's phone vibrated. He picked it up, checked the caller ID, and stood without a word. Walking a few steps away, he answered the call in a cold, clipped tone. After a brief exchange, he ended the call and returned to his seat. He leaned back with slow elegance, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
He took a long drag. Hiss.
Smoke swirled around him as he stared at his phone in silence. His eyes w
