Chapter 274 Delanos

• Pamela had come into the hallway, alerted by the noise outside. When she saw Proserpina’s shapely, curvaceous figure disappearing down the corridor, she felt her heart sink. Her gaze shifted to the Mafia Don.
• Lucien Delano stood there, his shirt open, exposing his muscled chest, as wide and hirsute as ever. But his demeanour was anything but that of a man in control.
• The Mafia Don stood like a fallen statue; once towering, now hollowed out. The Boss, the man who could make whole cities tremble with a glance, suddenly looked small. His shoulders, once squared with command, sagged under the invisible weight of guilt and disbelief. The expensive tailored suit that had always fit him like armor now seemed to hang loose, useless, like it belonged to someone else.