AngeloAs Vittoria is escorted out of the office, I walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.My eyes flick to Giorgio, who looks like he’s about to shit himself.He was only twenty-one when he took over from Tony, but during the past seven years, he hasn’t done half the work Tony used to do for me. He also has a gambling problem that’s starting to cost me money.“I hear you like spending time at Fallen Angels,” I mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the girls dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune.“Yes, sir,” Giorgio says.When he aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man’s chest before shaking his head at him.No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is Rizzo, La Rosa, Torrisi, Falco, or Vitale.“W
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