Chapter 247 When The Rose Coloured Glasses Come Off

• Lucien Delano was in his penthouse study at the Shangri-La, downing another whiskey on the rocks. His old valet, Gustav, looked at him reproachfully, but the man poured out a large one again at the Mafia Don’s curt command. His men kept their distance, eyes lowered, but he knew they were on alert. It was clear to everyone in his circle that the Don was upset. More than he had ever been for a long, long time.
• He threw his head back and drank the alcohol in a gulp, swearing as he felt it burn its way to his stomach.
• Guilt surged through him.