The only person in the room who didn't seem even slightly fazed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere… was Maverick.
He remained seated and relaxed as though nothing had changed and this was just an ordinary sight.
But Lucrezia felt it.
The noise in the room didn't stop, but it reduced drastically and everyone sat up including Don Malviero who had earlier been laughing and chattering.
Their smiles faltered as the figure walked in with a few men following behind him.
What truly defined a Don without his men?
A man who looked no more than fifty, dressed in a long black coat that concealed most of his frame in the heavy fabric strode in with a walking stick that rested at his side, tapping softly against the floor with each step he took.
He wore a black hat that covered over the upper half of his face in a shadow, hiding his eyes and leaving only the wrinkle lines around his mouth and cheek visible.
