Chapter 32

Frantino mansion had a history of decades, the one that witnessed blood and gore, days of celebrations and weeks of massacre. But it always kept its secrets.

They remained buried deep within the cracks of unattended walls and whispers of ghosts of ancients.

Mansion's intricate infrastructure had received hands of best architects of the time. Antics of frantino mansion were worth millions, the hung paintings couldnt even be began to be valued in dollars. Painstaking golden chandeliers adored every hallway, urging every eye to look over the ceiling. Sculptures from as history could go so behind, stood in deadly silence, ghastly watching every generation of frantinos live and die.

With the emergence of Donavan as the new don, nothing had particularly changed except for his will to make the building somewhat aesthetic from its current Gothic exterior. His suite was closely reinfrastructured, allowing more light than it did before, adding the effect of mirrors. The suit's washroom that frig