Chapter 31: The Unexpected First Impression
Even so, to Rocco, that secondary estate was still his beloved home.
"This way, please. The heads of the family are waiting in the grand hall."
The man addressing him spoke in a detached, formal tone.
Compared to the masculine men of the secondary estate, this man was slender and refined, dressed impeccably in a black suit.
He wore glasses, and while he seemed genteel, Rocco was sure he was a full-fledged member of the organization.
As the son of a mafia family, Rocco had developed a keen eye.
The faint bulge beneath the man's coat was unmistakable—he was carrying a concealed weapon.
The man gestured with a pasted-on smile, inviting Rocco forward, but his eyes—hidden behind his glasses—were cold and humorless.
From head to toe, the man's gaze was unashamedly scrutinizing him, and Rocco could feel every ounce of it.