Chapter 18

After the meeting, Marcello walked out of the hotel bar and towards the parking lot.

Jacopo had told him all that he needed to know. Jacopo wasn't the one who killed his parents. Marcello had someone else in mind. Federico.

"I'm on my way. Everything went well." Marcello said to Alessandro over the earpiece as he walked towards his black Porsche. He heard a door shut close and turned to see Adriano walking out of the hotel bar with a cigarette hanging on his lips.

He frowned when he saw Marcello and walked towards his car, not saying anything.

Marcello didn't know why but he just felt like having a conversation with Adriano.

"Well, that was unexpected." He drew.

Adriano stopped walking and turned to face Marcello. "Are you talking to me?" He asked, his voice dark and deep with his brow raised.

Marcello's gaze narrowed. "Should I be talking to someone else?"

Adriano nodded, with his cool eyes on Marcello's. "We don't talk." He said,

"You know," Marcello said, "I want that to change."

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