CHAPTER 45

Antonio Dante's pov,

We descended the staircase painted pink by light, glasses of champagne in our hands. We had arrived in the rooms with many people. Supposably Mafia leaders. We took off our masks.

"You're welcome Dante," a voice boomed throughout the crowd and I immediately knew it was.

Light brown hair. Dark eyes

Lucius.

Leader of The Marcos.

A person I knew so well. A person I was so shocked to find out he was related. Well, not anymore.

"I see you haven't changed a bit Marco," I noted, sipping my wine.

"How can I?" he phased.

I watched as he approached me. Parcafi had an astonished look on his face. I spotted Genovese who was sitting at one corner enjoying the scene.

"I thought maybe. Just maybe your wife's death might have saddened you," I waited to see a change in his expression but his face was solid, a constant smile lingered.

He tilted his head towards me

"And I see you've divorced your loving wife who can barely cope with your absence."

It struck my heart deep and despit