Crimson Ashes

Di Stefano was still in his robe, pouring espresso into a porcelain cup, as he read the newspaper calmly waiting for Paolo so they could discuss the plans with Navarro.

Two guards stood by the side, not making a noise.

The door then burst open. Paolo entered in haste, his face looking terrified.

Di Stefano paused at the sight of him, the liquid sloshing over his hand.

“I have been waiting for you.