Chapter 14

• “Amora?” Antonio asked, turning his gaze to Buccolini who was nodding his head and smiling. His eyes were darker than they were, “She’s beautiful.” He said in a tight voice glaring at Amora who had her attention on her father.
• “Right? So beautiful. She’s Mr. Francesco’s daughter. In all of the women I’ve met, his daughter caught my fancy and I’ve been hooked.”
• “Oh really?” Antonio said and strolled away while Buccolini was following him from behind. “That’s good.” Antonio gritted, a waiter strolled past carrying a tray of white drinks and he grabbed two glasses, he threw the cold liquid into his mouth hastily chewing on the ice, gritting while holding onto the other glass.