Chapter 43

Dario

Afternoon light streamed through the oversized windows of the manor as I made my way from my office to the kitchen, drawn by the very distinct smell of Valeria Lucchese’s cooking.

I had not one but two personal chefs—and still, my mother’s cooking was better. She didn’t venture into the kitchen as often as she once had, though. So my quest for the cooking wasn’t so much driven by hunger as c