The Ammassari mansion was adorned with lights that could be seen from miles away. A seemingly endless line of luxury cars filled the driveway as guests arrived for the event. This party was not only in celebration of my wedding to Gianna, but also to mark the second anniversary of the peace treaty signed between the Ammassari and Baldocchi families. We entered through the private back entrance to avoid the crowd of guests and security gathered at the front. As soon as we came to a stop, I pressed a button to activate the privacy screen before Gianna could get out of the car.
“What happened?” she demanded, turning to me.
“If we need to convince Leonardo…we would need to do a f*****g good job,” I said.
“That’s what I said,” Gianna muttered, looking blank. I shook my head and with a sli
