As soon as Don Giovanni Bellini ended the call with Gianluca, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. He was tired as hell.
His office was now silent except for the sound of the clock on the wall, it had been a gift from some politician trying to buy his favor.
He sighed. He narrowed his eyes in irritation as he thought went back to Gianluca.
“Useless,” he muttered under his breath.
If he had known Gianluca would fail this miserably, he never would have agreed to the alliance in the first place. It was supposed to be simple. Clean.
Gianluca was meant to take down Leonardo Gold quickly, shake up the power balance, and return Elena to her rightful place—at her father’s side, not in the enemy’s bed.
But instead? Gianluca had failed at every single turn.
Poisoning? F
