“It’s been a long time. Let’s have a drink to celebrate our reunion.”
With that, he raised his glass, and the other senior members of the mafia followed suit, standing up in unison.
“We finally meet,” I said.
Ivan gazed at me warmly before reaching out to wipe away a drop of red wine from the corner of my lips. The cool touch of his finger brushed against my skin, and I could feel the sheer dominance in his touch.
“Still as careless as ever,” he murmured.
I froze. My throat suddenly felt dry.
Then, he lifted a hand and gestured to the waiter. Moments later, a glass of juice was placed in front of me.
“If you’re allergic to alcohol, don’t drink it,” he said.
A jolt ran through me. He actually remembered my alcohol allergy.
Just then, the restaurant doors swung open, and Dora’s deliberately cheerful voice could be heard.
“Good evening, everyone!”
The expressions of the Vittorio family members darkened at the sight of her.
