Mancini's POV
I watched Marie pull her brother toward the hallway, her small hand gripping his own tightly. Dante looked like he didn't want to follow, but she pulled.
Good girl. I knew that Dante would not just come in here and listen to us speak. I knew he would try to show some muscle. I knew the kind of guy he was. He was young, so he was no threat. But I knew his kind. If he got older, you wouldn't be on his bad side.
It was bold of him to come in without a gun. I had ordered Lionel and the men not to search him. I wanted him to be comfortable. But bringing a gun to my house, he has to rethink such decisions for next time, it would be his corpse on the floor. I hoped Marie talked some sense into him.
I sighed and ran a hand over my face.
He was lucky I didn't have my men take it from him at the door. I wanted to see how far he'd go first.
I turned toward the minibar.
"Patricia," I said, motioning her over. "You look like you could use a drink."
