Chapter 226

Nico stood with the men, a plastered calm on his face; it was amazing how one could stand with his enemies while they smiled at him, but then wasn't that political?

"Forgive me for not introducing myself," the man stretched his hands to him, "Fabio Conti."

Nico took the hand, shaking it with a firm grip.

Alessandro stood by, staring at something that caught his attention as he rolled his glass with solid fingers.

"Hopefully, Fabio, you go as far as you expect with your campaign," he smiled, "You seem quite driven,"

"Politics is being driven," Fabio smiled back, "Of course, the love of the people also counts, but then there should be a way around that."

Nico dipped his hands in his pocket, ignoring a tray before him. Now, this was what he hated about the law, unable to throw a fist even when the perpetrators were before him, smiling his ass off, throwing him double-implied sentences.

He sighed.

"I'll also like to commend you, Mr. President; yo