SILVIO POV

“Boss.”

I looked up. A sigh escaped my mouth. “James.” I called my secondhand man who walked in. “You shouldn't refer to me as boss. Enzo is the boss.” How many times was I supposed to keep saying these things? Didn't they believe he would wake up one day? Was I the only one believing this?

“I'm sorry. But I'm under you, that's why.”

He had a point. It didn't stop me from feeling the way I felt whenever I heard someone refer to me as boss. It felt like I was betraying the real boss and I couldn't help it for a moment. “What do you have...