Chapter 46

Lorenzo The meeting with a Slavic exporter ends late at night, and right there at Parola Rosso, I prepare myself to understand the chess game my lovely fiancée plays when she has to decide which side of the board she prefers. My mother has already sent me thousands of messages, all ignored, about how happy she is that I’m trying to get to know Valentina. She would certainly make a scene if she knew that, above all else, what I want is information from the Consigliere. I send one of the soldiers to fetch her and head toward our “date.” A dinner for two, without Fiamma talking about rings, Dante about alliances, or the other clans lamenting that their daughters were not assigned to me. The streets are calm at this late hour for any ordinary citizen, but it’s easy to notice associates, sol