It had been three weeks since he’d been to the Poletti Family Restaurant and Ruggero couldn’t stop thinking of it.
It wasn’t the tiramisu which he’d brought home in a restaurant sized pan and devoured in the span of four days sharing only small portions with his sisters. No. It was the woman who made the dessert who was occupying his mind.
He’d been stunned when she’d plopped the phone down and Furio Matrone introduced himself. At first, he’d wondered how she’d known the man. Matrone’s father was known to be one of the most barbaric mafia leaders in the world. One rumored story he’d heard as a boy visiting Italy with his paternal grandparents, involved a tale about tourists who made the mistake of asking to speak to Severino Matrone and take photographs with him because he was some kind
