A Mole
Twenty-Five: Rosso
Sitting in his chair, legs spread wide apart. Holding a glass of whiskey on his thigh as he stares out the only window in his office. Rosso contemplates what he has just learned from one of his men. My men are dedicated to me. Ever since Geovanni decided to make me into a ‘made man’ I don’t answer to anyone but to Geovanni. He is the only one I have to answer to or even listen to. I don’t even give his son Alessio the time of day. He is something my Mater would have called a bad egg.
I hear my office door open but don’t even bother to look up. Only one person would ever just walk into my office without knocking. “Ros, what’s going on. It’s not like you to not have a woman up here on a Friday night when the club is hopping.” I sigh at his words as I pinch the br
