Meanwhile the older man had barely taken ten steps when he gestured to the bodyguard closest to him with his fingers. The movement was subtle, practiced, something only someone used to command would notice.
"Find out who she is!" Mr. Giorgio Vivaldi ordered with a deep frown on his face as he continued to step forward, his pace never slowing even as he spoke to the guard beside him. His voice was low, controlled, but edged with unmistakable authority.
There was something about her face and eyes that gave him a rising suspicion that he could not kill. The familiarity gnawed at him, persistent and unsettling. Moreover knowing his first son he wouldn't be surprised if he had more skeletons in his closet. That boy has always been reckless, he thought grimly.
"Be discreet!" he ordered knowing that he might be wrong and there was no reason to make a fuss about it just in case. His reputation alone could cause unnecessary panic if word spread.
