Vargo's pov
The long dining table was a fortress of tense silence.... every single Marchetti was present, seated at their exact positions of hierarchy.
I leaned back in my chair swirling the liquor in my glass, eyes scanning the faces of my relatives as everyone was on edge at the sudden meeting.
The double doors at the end of the hall swung open and the temperature in the room instantly dropped.
father stepped in...…
He didn't look his age..... right now he's easily the most dangerous man in the country.
For decades the entire family had fought a bloody exhausting battle just to win his favor, to catch a sliver of his loyalty…..... but he remained exactly what he had always been...…. completely selfish, brutal and entirely dangerous even to his own bloodlines.
The moment he sat the room went quiet you could hear a pin drop.
His sharp eyes swept over the table, bypassing me, my younger brother and landed directly on Alessandro.
