JEREMY POV

Alas.

Who could have thought?

I laughed, relaxed my back, and sipped the wine that was served to me by Enzo's maid. “This is good.” I mouthed to no one in particular. Way better than the nonsense I had been taking for a long time. Where the fuck was Silvio?

Down the stairs, he came.

There was a smile on his face. The kind that said he had won, maybe or not, but it was a satisfying smile and I could read it. “Look at you.” He hurried down the stairs and caught up with one of the chairs. “Thank you for coming.” He let out a sigh...