Honey
I knew this was coming.
But it didn't make it any easier.
Don Sierpiente wanted to meet me over dinner. Here. At the vineyard. Dante was obviously stressed out, giving me the cold shoulder since he got that call while he was showing me how to throw a punch.
Dear God, was I going to have to do that today?
Well, I guess today is as good a day as any to punch an established cartel drug lord in the face. I paced around my room, knowing Dante and Enzo were likely briefing poor Luke on what to expect tonight. After all, he was the private chef and Don Sierpiente expected the best.
That is why I was greeted by Mercedes at my door with a box wrapped in a satin bow. I had half a mind to think it was my father's fingers or any other bloody extremity, but it was a dress…from the drug lo
