Giada held her breath while father and son glared furiously at each other, each ready to rip the throat out of the other. The lack of love and understanding between them flaring into a tempestuous struggle for dominance. She shot the Don a warning look and he inhaled sharply, closed his eyes as if reminding himself to breathe and then opened his eyes again. He was clear and in focus and she was proud he was not going to respond in a rage to Cap’s insolence.
“I made this family billions in Europe,” Cap clenched his fists on the table, barely holding himself together.
“You made yourself billions,” his father shot back. “She,” he pointed his finger, “helped us make the family tens almost hundreds of billions. Do not come in here and think now you’re here I’m going to simply hand it over. Yo
