~ Niamh ~
My eyes darted to Don Giacomo, my heart hammering against so hard.
I expected him to move. I expected him to roar at his son, to seize his arm, to do anything to stop the absolute chaos Massimo was courting.
But Don Giacomo just stood there, perfectly relaxed, his hands not even holding a weapon. He looked… patient.
As I watched him, I saw a flicker of pride. A deep, dark, fatherly pride. There was the ghost of a smile on his lips, almost invisible unless you were looking for it.
He was watching his heir command the respect of two other syndicates without a single bit of help.
"Enough," Vladimir Romanov finally said, looking at Massimo, then shifted his gaze shifted to Don Giacomo. "Giacomo, I believe we all came here for a meeting, not to start a war. Am I right?"
Don Giacomo's voice was smooth as he replied . "You are right, Vladimir." He shifted his gaze to his son. "Massimo. Let it go."
