Claire's Nudes

Salvatore's Pov

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The earthy herbal smell of my Cohiba cigarette crammed the dark walkway to Luciano's room as I puffed out smoke from my mouth. My Scarpe Naples shoes made a sound as I walked.

Since I arrived, I have not visited his room. Even on the day of his burial, I insisted they only showed me his body and I left the event with vengeance coursing through my spine.

Luciano meant so much to me and I wished I appreciated his efforts when he was still very much alive. Now that he was gone, I was going to bestow him the justice he deserved.

Pushing the door of the room, I made my entrance, the sensor light turning on. His bar was still fully stocked with premium spirits, fine wines, and champagne. On the wall were some of our family portraits and more of Luciano's.

His luxury gold and crystal vases and other fixtures were not left out in enhancing the beauty of his room. His card table and poker setup were at the far end of the room.

I took steps further to his table of surve