Mancini's POV
It was the day of the funeral. Dan was already in the living room when I came down. He wasn't invited but he came to see me quickly in the house but Dan always overstayed his welcome. I didn't know how else to tell him to come to see me only when he has very useful information. Not come and sit at my house.
He was sitting on the edge of the couch, looking uncomfortable. Dan was such a coward.
I walked in with a glass of whiskey in hand, even though it was barely ten in the morning. "You look like someone's forcing me to a wedding, Dan," I said with a smirk. "Relax. It's only a funeral."
He glanced up at me, uneasy. "You don't think you should take this one a bit more seriously, Boss? It's Deanna. The Don's daughter. And after what you said happened with one of your men at the hospital?"
