DOMINIC’s POV.
Fernando follows me into my study, plopping down on my couch noisily. It is already so late but this motherfucker refuses to go to his own home and has come to stress me the f**k out.
“Are you even listening to me?” He asks but I ignore him, pouring myself a glass of whisky and gulping down the entire content in one full swig.
“Shadow?” He calls again and I let out a huge sigh.
“Why the heck are you here, go home!”
“You have made an enemy of more than half of the mafia by killing Federico, you know that right?”
“Do I look like I care? I am his boss and I have all the right to kill him if I so wish”
“His father…
“How is the building coming along?” I decide to change the topic, I don’t want to keep talking about Federico or I might be forced to think about that stupid
