Page 53 of Legacy
“Angelo.”
He smiles, his eyes dark. “Was the scarred one not available?” his eyes cast toward Giovanni.
I don’t answer.
No one speaks for Nico.
Luciano studies me for a moment.
A silent stand off before inviting us to sit down on plush cotton chairs that feel too soft.
A man walks in, around the same age as us, he nods at Luciano and takes a seat beside him.
He reminds me of an older version of Romeo, one of my soldiers, with his soft features and smirk that I want to rip off his face.
“This is my Consejero, Rafael,” Luciano explains.
I only nod.
Luciano’s maid offers drinks. I decline.
We sit in silence.
Luciano studying me unhurried.
“So, what have you come here for, certainly not the weather?”
“No, definitely not that.”
How the fuck am I going to play this.
I shouldn’t be here.
“I want to offer an alliance into Sovereigns.”
Luciano’s eyes flash before he schools his features, “An alliance into the middle of a war?”
He chuckle darkly.
“Pass.”
“It’s being handled.”
I swallow the rage bubbling.
“We don’t need to utilize you or your men for that, but as time wears on, it’s better for us to be bigger in numbers don’t you think?”
Luciano’s eyes narrow.
I steal a glance at Rafael whose face gives nothing away.
“Perhaps,” Luciano finally admits, swirling the drink in his hand a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But alliances aren’t made without assurances.”
He pauses.
I hate this fucker.
“What is itwegain from this association with the Sovereigns?”
