Chapter 92 The Married Man

• Tristan
• The look of pure astonishment on Zita’s face on hearing him speak in flawless Italian, was immediately replaced by a mask of hate. He thought she would dump the dessert on his head and he swiftly gripped her wrist, smiling all through, although he increased the pressure of his hand on her thick wrist, knowing he was inflicting pain. He totally ignored the Don who sat like a stone.
• In flawless Italian, he drawled,