Breakfast

Mikael’s POV:

“Well good morning to you too, Marina,” I replied to Alicia who… looked drab. My lips curved downwards at the sight of the grey in grey sweatpants and hoodie combination, looking like the very definition of a woman who wasn’t vying for my attention.

I loathed it.

I came here to have breakfast with her and THIS was what she wore?

I had just returned from a meeting with Castro, which hadn’t ended as well as I had hoped. The proud Capo had left the family when my father died, and moved his small crew to the States with the intention of carving out a life of luxury here. It didn’t suit him to see that I had succeeded so easily where he had failed, as I had taken over many territories in the US, not just in Europe.

A bitter loser to the end, but a man whose might I needed.

The meeting that lasted all through the night had resulted in a tense truce, instead of the alliance I had wanted.

Castro was clearly biding his time by seeing which mafia boss had the better deal, the Serr