Enrico Saviano leaned back in his chair, glancing at his wristwatch for the third time in as many minutes. The office felt stifling, the air thick with tension as he, his brother Ares, and their bodyguards waited for Matteo to arrive. Enrico’s patience was running thin, he had always prided himself on being punctual, and waiting was not a virtue he appreciated. He couldn’t wrap his head around why Ares wanted to work with Matteo.
“Why do we have to deal with him, Ares?” Enrico finally asked, his voice laced with irritation. “You know the kind of person Matteo is. He’s a bastard and a snake. He hides behind his legitimate business while running in circles.”
Ares remained calm, his gaze fixed on a point outside the expansive glass window. “Matteo is a means to an end, Enrico. His connectio
