#Chapter 233 – The Don

Daniel and Gio continue to chatter as we make our way up to the third floor, but Daniel turns to me as our pace slows and we approach a set of brown arched doors. Gio likewise grows quiet, his whole demeanor changing in an instant from an eager young man greeting a favorite cousin to the eldest son of a mafia family. Gio looks us over as Daniel takes my hand, though I note that his focus is almost entirely on Daniel now, as if Daniel is in charge and I’m just tagging along as a formality. I smirk a little, but I don’t do anything to change this perception. At least, not for now. “Are you ready?” Gio asks, switching to English. And Daniel and I nod as one, turning towards the doors as Gio swings them open. I do my best not to gaze around the beautiful lounge before us like a simpleton, though I have to admit that the temptation is strong. It’s a beautiful room, with all dark wood and plush, expensive furniture. The curtains are looped heavily over the windows, blocking out the major