Chapter 23 Family Business

• El Amore's estate sat like a fortress in the French countryside as Stone walls that had watched centuries pass. Iron gates that had kept out armies. And now Santino walked through them like he owned the place.
• The old fake man waited in his study as Leather-bound books lined the walls. A fire crackled in the marble fireplace. Oil paintings of dead men stared down from gilded frames.
• "Santino." El Amore rose from behind his massive desk. At sixty-eight, he moved like a man half his age with Silver hair slicked back. Eyes like winter ice. "Sit."