Chapter Seventeen. Grainy Vision of Beauty.
Hamish sat in the rear of the large Alfa Romeo, the centre of a convoy of big black cars. You would think the extra security was for the Nerdy Prince. But that would be a lie. These Mafia hoods were guarding two people only. Marco, and Eva Dovizioso. They were more royalty in Sicily than Hamish could ever be. Not that it bothered the prince, just like all of his family, he was down to earth, and didn’t hold himself as higher, or lower than any other person on the planet, just because of a title he inherited because of his parentage.
The car turned through the black iron gates, up the winding drive, the tyres crunching on the gravel. Pulling to a stop outside the huge double doors of the large white house, known locally as ‘The big house’, the
