Chapter 22 Lapse Of Sanity

• Alfonso’s irritation was palpable, evident in the quickened rhythm of his breath, his chest heaving with force, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed ready to crack under the strain of his restraint.
• “What are you doing here, Fabrizio?” Alfonso demanded through gritted teeth, his voice thick with anger, his eyes narrowing sharply.
• “Looking after my family's interests,” Fabrizio replied, stepping closer to the bed, each move deliberate and purposeful. “How are you, Signora Lucchese?” he asked, offering a polite smile. “Fabrizio Lucchese, I'm cousin…”