Chapter 145. The Table

The veins on Rico’s forehead were bulging, his jaw tightened as he left the just-concluded meeting with the I Sette. He hated that Marco was ahead of them. That he was gathering the support of the council members. And that Valentina was beginning to piss him the fuck off.

He knew his words had stung her deep, but he wasn't bothered. She was asking for it... and in that aspect, he was really generous. Calla wasn't his dog. She was no one's dog or anything. 

Rico groaned deep in his chest as he slid into the back seat of the car. "Back to the mansion," he instructed the driver, who nodded politely and replied with a 'yes, boss' before pulling the car out of the driveway.

His fingers massaged the sides of his head, feeling the migraines building fast. He just needed to sleep—if he could—and strategize better when he woke up.

His