We were getting ready for dinner at a famous restaurant in Sardinia when César, Lorenzo's most trusted soldier, knocked on the suite door.
"Sir, Nocetti is requesting a meeting."
I immediately paid attention, knowing he meant the Governor of Sardinia.
"Valentina, the governor needs a favor, so our plans are changing."
"I suppose he wants to welcome the Capo. Is it too early for me to claim I'm feeling unwell?" I replied sarcastically.
Politicians were always the first to look the other way when it came to businesses like my father's. If making too much noise threatened tourism, they simply pretended that thousands of young women hadn't disappeared over the years. I could happily do without their company.
"My father probably thinks I'm dying by now."
He was adjusting his tie when I a
