Matteo’s POV

  The old man stared at me in disbelief, shocked by my vulgarity. I took a sip of wine and flashed a sly smile. He blinked rapidly and attempted a laugh, but it was clear that he was unnerved. He suggested a business partnership, but it was clear that he was grasping at straws. I relished the power I held over him when he asked for his percentage. I told him it was his life on the line. He was too stunned to speak. I gave his shoulder a reassuring pat and flashed another sly smile. My expression was more sinister than comforting.

  “It’s a joke, Mr. Lancel”. I...