Chapter 41
The profound peace that settled over the Falcone estate was an absolute, fortified triumph. The grand atrium was bathed in bright, cinematic natural light, completely devoid of any dull, yellow tint. The vivid colors of the pristine marble floors gleamed flawlessly. Domenico Falcone sat in his private study, his deeply masculine frame relaxed. At thirty-four, he was as handsome as a classic movie star, his thick, slightly wavy dark hair slicked back with loose strands falling over his forehead. His tailored dark three-piece suit was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the elegant, negative-space tattoos on his chest. He was reviewing files for Ruby's new private tutor. The heavy oak doors clicked open, and Tony stepped inside, his American accent crisp. "She is here, Boss. Evelyn Vance." Domenico nodded slowly. "Bring her in." Evelyn stepped into the bright, cinematic room. She possessed a breathtaking, effortless beauty, her fair, rosy skin glowing perfectly under the skylights. She wore a sophisticated, understated dress, her posture radiating quiet confidence. Domenico’s cold, intimidating eyes locked onto hers, searching for any trace of fear. He found absolutely none. She did not flinch under the terrifying gaze of the most dangerous man in the city. "You understand the parameters of this position?" Domenico murmured softly, his raspy voice echoing in the quiet study. "I do, Mr. Falcone," Evelyn replied calmly.
