"You're going alone, carpo?" Lyon, driving out of Neravalle asked.
"Should I go with a crowd instead? The Armando's do not like me already. I plan to be strategic with this visit."
He made a call, and relaxed into his seat when the person at the other end of the line answered.
"I had to look into my phone twice to ensure I wasn't being hoodwinked. Why are you calling me Luciano?" Enrique Armando the first son of the Armando family asked.
"Should I be flattered you have my number saved?"
"No. What do you want? You have exactly ten seconds before I end this call."
He rolled his eyes hard. The Armando's were an annoying bunch simply because they didn't like him.
But if they liked him, he would admit they were one of the smartest families in Italy.
They held their lane, ruling it with an iron fist and a diamond success rate.
"I'm on my way to your home. Tell your boys to open the gates for me when I arrive."
"And why would I do that?"
