Page 37 of Giovanni the Savage

I clear my throat and compose myself beside him, feeling mixed about the interruption.

On one hand, I'm disappointed, but on the other hand, it's a wake-up call. A reminder of why I'm here and why I should stay focused.

"Have a nice evening, sir," I nod and stride away from the elevator.

I can feel his eyes on me as I walk into the lobby, but I can also feel the desire that hasn't been quenched and one I intend to ignore.

CHAPTER TEN - Giovanni

I stare longer at the pictures on my desk until my eyes begin to cross while thinking of all the scenarios I would like to happen just to see the life drain out of him. I flip to the following picture and turn it over, and I see a stamp on it.

"This stamp," I mutter to Ivan, who shifts his chair closer to look at the picture with me. "I've seen this somewhere."

I tap on the picture while jogging my memory to remember where I've seen the weird logo of what seems to be a bruised eagle taking flight.

"That's the stamp on all the pictures we found at his house, Boss," Ivan confirms.

I look at the picture again, and it dawns on me that the person doesn't look familiar. My father had a lot of power, power that came with a lot of enemies, which meant he had a lot of security. Despite that, I have a vague collection of everyone who works as a security in the house or organization.

Everyone except Harvey.

"When did he start working for us?" I ask Ivan.

"Just a few months before we lost the Don," Ivan replies.

I admire Ivan's dedication. Ever since we got a lead on Harvey being a possible suspect in my father's murder, I tasked him with the responsibility of looking into Harvey more. He's a private person, which is expected. But not private enough that Ivan couldn't get old hard-copy pictures of him, which all have the same stamp.

Nothing a few thousand dollars and connections can't uncover.

"That makes him even more suspicious," I mutter, tapping the bottom of my pen on my lips.

I've been on this case for weeks, but I must have proof of his act before I take Harvey down. Something tells me he's not working alone.

"Wait a minute." I hold a finger up. "Pull up the archives of the mobs again. I want to confirm something."

I'm not stupid enough to think that my father was killed by a random person. He was ruthless, but not to people who didn't deserve it. So, I've been meticulously looking into the mob families that have done business with us.

"The British Mafia has a quite shallow security system," Ivan notes and quickly swipes down some pictures of the men of the British Mafia.

They all look different but with the same motive.

"Everyone is a suspect, Ivan," I remind him.

"Yes, Boss," he answers and clicks another link.

"What about the Russian Mafia?" I ask, sitting up straighter and peering into the screen.

I can feel eyes on me through the glass of my friends and knowing that if I turn to look at her, she will take the heat of her gaze away, I decide to ignore it.

Since the elevator incident, it's been a game of hide-and-seek between Luna and me. For someone who used to be so bold to make eye contact with me, she's become more reserved, and I can't tell whether I prefer it or not.

She leaves before I can say anything to her, and for the past three days, she has been communicating with me through the intercom.

I would call her in and talk to her, but I’ve got more pressing matters to take care of, so I banish thoughts of her cranberry-scented lips to the back of my mind.

"We haven't had dealings with the Russian Mafia since the trafficking incident," Ivan confirms.

Right. One thing I don't do is women trafficking. If I notice my investment is being channeled to anything related to it, it compels me to pull out. Thus, there was a fallout with the Russian Mafia.

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