Page 41 of The Bonventi Secret

"It's an interesting proposition," he finally says. "But I need more details. How would this partnership work? What's the split?"

I smile, feeling the momentum shift in our favor. "Let's discuss the specifics," I say, signaling to Antonio to bring us some food. "I think you'll find our terms more than fair."

As we delve into the nitty-gritty of the deal, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement. This partnership could change everything, solidifying our power in Chicago and beyond.

But as I negotiate with Nikolas, I glance down at my watch and realize I won't make it in time for dinner, and an emotion tries to seep into my mind, but I'm too focused on the task to let it linger.

After some back and forth, a deal is struck. Nikolas's hand claps mine in a firm handshake. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes — this partnership will benefit us both greatly and change the landscape of our operations in Chicago.

As Gio and Marco rise to escort our Greek counterparts out, Nikolas leans in close.

"A pleasure doing business with you, Enzo," Nikolas says, his Greek accent thicker now that the tension has eased.

"Likewise," I respond, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I watch them go, a quiet sense of triumph overtakes me. This alliance will solidify our power, our reach. The Bonventi family's legacy will continue to grow, unimpeded.

Gio and Marco return once our guests have left.

"Well, that went better than expected," Gio says, clapping me on the shoulder.

I nod, allowing myself a small smile. "It did. This partnership will open up new avenues for us."

Marco, ever the observant one, clears his throat and gives me a look.

"What?" I ask, my voice stern.

"You just seemed a bit distracted, that's all. Not your usual self during the negotiations."

I feel a flicker of irritation at his probing. "I'm fine," I snap, then relax my tone. "I was just considering all the angles, that's all."

Gio leans in, "Are you sure? Your head seemed elsewhere at times."

A muscle in my jaw twitches as I fight back the irritation rising within me. "Enough with the questions," I say. "I was fully present and aware. I got the deal done. That's all that matters."

"Yes, brother, yes you did," Gio says, leaning back.

They exchange a look but say nothing more. I'm grateful for their silence as we make our way out of La Sfera Nera and into the cool Chicago night.

In the car, I lean back against the leather seat, closing my eyes for a moment. The weight of the evening's success should be sitting comfortably on my shoulders, but instead, I feel unsettled.

I've pulled off a major coup for the family. This deal with Nikolas will expand everything I've been working towards.

So why can't I focus on that?

Instead, my mind keeps drifting back to the mansion.

To the library.

To Livia.

I find myself hoping she's still awake, picturing her at her desk, her chestnut hair falling in waves around her face. The image is so vivid it almost hurts.

What's happening to me?

I've never been one to let personal matters interfere with business. I've always prided myself on my ability to compartmentalize, to keep my emotions in check. But tonight, during a vital negotiation, I found my thoughts straying to her.

To the way her eyes light up when she talks about her research. To the defiant tilt of her chin when she disagrees with me. To the softness of her skin when my hand brushed against hers.