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smoke. Vision isn't required to confirm what he planned was executed.
    Trust... there is no trust when men fight for power. Like good sex, the sensation brings leakage from the tip of the corona simply thinking about the pleasurable experience.
    The metal pieces crashed to the ground and the passenger relaxed against the plush Italian leather.
    Too many presume they are the only person in charge, when there are many. He frowned. What arrogance exists within people to believe such a thing? The world goes round by the cooperative efforts of strategic human links.
    He disagreed with his counterpart, Italians do not always stick together; nobody does as they scramble to gain a powerful position. Starvation in a sea of self-important men leads to cannibalism. Signore Magaleni had plans. He had adhered to a bargain that would elevate his position within a secret organization.
    He scoffed, there are deals made for the good of the ancient families. His investment was the future, thus keeping his end of the agreement ensured his children’s future. An upstart was eliminated, yet there were many rising because of the lack of cooperation from the American, Alfonzo. The Giacanti ring was a nice bauble, but there are people who were his equal that he failed to acknowledge.
    The young are full of themselves!
    He smirked, checked the time on his platinum chronograph with black diamond bezels and frowned. He must return to Sicily; he had a very important engagement to attend. Instead of a bloody war, his presence was required at a civil ceremony to blend families and then he would meet with his lover to celebrate properly.
     
     
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    Nico waited at the door –angry that Bianca had the baby and failed to inform him. He suspected Bruno DeMarco’s advisement was the reason. Her meddling father and brothers sought to conceal the child’s parentage and Nico refused to participate in such a harmful deception. His son will have truth from the beginning and nothing less from his –papa!
    Thanks to Sophie, he learned Bianca decided to leave Bruno’s estate for her vacation home in Costa Smeralda, in the northern region of Sardinia.
    The solid house was nestled beyond the ancient rocks with a view of the shoreline. Alberti had several properties under aliases throughout Italy, each breathtaking prime real estate and secluded.
    The sun had set and he could see far across the sandy seaside where racing yachts had docked. They were impressive vessels, similar to the one Alberti bequeathed to him. Nico actually would love to have the irritant back because there are times he required his wisdom. Moments like this when his temper boiled because he stood outside a house like a solicitor. The rage within had risen as he thought of another day when Crazy Nicky held him at gunpoint to prevent his entry to see Selange and the babies. Feeling extremely pissed was an understatement, then and now. He considered kicking open the goddamn door, instead he waited, rang the buzzer again, looked in the surveillance camera and then suddenly a guard appeared.
    “Mi dispiace Don Serano, Signora Luca was asleep and I had to ask her permission before answering.”
    Nico pushed past security. “Where is she?”
    Bianca stood at the top of the stairs. “Ciao Nicolo. Please do not shout, the bambino is asleep.”
    He heard the door click. The guard went back under his rock. Nico snarled a reply to her formal address of his name. “Back to formalities, aren’t we past that Bianca?” he said while climbing the stairs. At the top, he asked, “Where is my son?”
    “In his room.” She led the way to the nursery.
    Nico could smell her hair; freshly washed jasmine is a pleasant scent. He walked to the crib and peered down at the infant. Alexandros was bald, with Bianca’s fair skin. The baby was large for a newborn, which Nico considered a blessing. At least the boy had the DNA of a Giacanti.
    He put a finger to the baby’s