“At this point, I’m not sure whether you’re describing our father or the Queen of Hearts,” I say, referring to yet another story Gianna used to tell us.
“Well, our mad queen actually cuts off heads, unlike the one in Wonderland,” he replies with a laugh. “What I mean is that for him, it’s not enough to rise to power. He needs to be elevated on top of a pile of corpses. And Paolo is following the same path.”
“I know. But what does that have to do with common clubs or…”
“Hades. That’s what they call them. VIP clubs you can only access through the deep web. People pay millions just to become members, and there every man has his own doll. They live in the same place and are treated like animals, with collars, walking like them. They’re given new names and stripped of their personalities. Th
