Veiled Threats

SERAFINA

Dario stepped slightly in front of me, not enough to block me, but enough to make a statement—a boundary.

The older man greeted him with practised ease, and Dario responded in the same tone, controlled, respectful, but distant enough to remind him exactly where he stood.

“It’s so nice to see you here, Dario,” the man said.

“This is a famiglia event, and I am the Don. Of course I would c