I’ve been part of the Leone family since Don Massimo took me in when I was a boy.
Now I sit beside his son, il capo, Don Sebastiano. Being a mobster is all I know and want. Even when betrayal comes knocking at my door.
A teasing smile, the most striking cloud-gray eyes, an androgynous body wrapped in lingerie and a belly chain around his narrow hips. Can a man be pretty? I must be drunker than I thought to wonder such a thing.
Fly.
That’s what another man calls him before a whiskey bottle is smashed on his head. My tailored Italian suit is ruined, and Fly owes me now. When he proposes a way to repay his debt, I decide to go along with it even though my misanthropic nature protests vigorously.
I feel a sense of deep irritation when he acts unbothered by my menacing threats. G