MATT’s POV
We had arrived at Don Amato’s house, and we were already being directed to his study. Mike, Jimmy, and Carl, our soldiers would be waiting outside in the hall while we conducted our business.
I had regained control over my demeanor, burying any kind of uneasiness I had previously displayed to Liam in the car. My head was held high, and his strong dominative nature was exiting my body in powerful waves.
“Matt, it’s good to see you again. Take a seat.” – Don Amato greeted, motioning to the chairs in front of his desk. - “Liam.” – That was the greeting my brother got. In a low, cold voice. In Don Amato’s book, he was still the one who killed Amelia. Even receiving him in his house was already a great deal.
“Don Amato, it’s good to see you too. We came over to talk to Francesca,
