Chapter 592

• Proserpina
• I stopped at the door before Lucien’s study and sighed.
• There had been another failed attack on the life of my Mafia Don a couple of weeks ago. Luckily, Lucien, as agile as ever, although he was nearing sixty, had managed to escape with just a dislocated elbow and a knife wound to his side. Not a singularly deep gash either. Despite being wounded, my Mafia Don had wrestled the assailant to the ground, and killed him, strangling him with his bare hands.