Chapter 235 – Temptation

• The Don sits back in his chair, his white eyebrows almost at his hairline. And then he laughs, surprised and pleased.
• I straighten up and take a deep breath, knowing that we’re in the thick of the game now. And I’ve just gained quite a bit of credit, I think. Don Bianci isn’t someone who is used to being surprised.
• “And why, donna,” he murmurs, settling back into his chair, his eyes now greedy, wanting what it is that I have laid on the table for him. “Is the price of all of this?”