His expression unreadable, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in quiet, dangerous waves.
Dante, ever the troublemaker, leaned back slightly, a lazy grin stretching across his face. "Relax, cousin. I'm only making observations. No need to act like I just threatened your empire."
"You're not a threat," Raphael said flatly.
Dante chuckled. "That's what makes me dangerous."
Dante was pushing his buttons, testing the limits of his patience, enjoying every second of it.
I had to admit—it was entertaining.
Watching Raphael try to stay composed while his cousin poked at him like an annoying little brother made him feel... less perfect. Less like the untouchable Mafia king and more like a man who could be provoked.
That was interesting.
However, the atmosphere shifted the second a new voice interrupted their exchange.
"Mr. Delano," a smooth, measured voice called out.
Both men turned at the same time, their silent battle of wills momentarily put on hold.
