CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE – A FRIEND OF THE MAFIA

Alessandro leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on Joan across the mahogany desk. The study in his penthouse was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere that belied the seriousness of their conversation. "Alright, cara," he began, his voice low and measured. "Let's discuss the specifics of our arrangement." Joan nodded, her heart racing. "I'm listening." Alessandro steepled his fingers. "First and foremost, I want you to understand that the Fratelli family will provide all necessary funds and resources to establish your private practice. We're talking top-of-the-line equipment, prime real estate, staff salaries - everything you need to create the practice of your dreams." "That's... incredibly generous," Joan said, her voice tinged with both gratitude and apprehension. "However," Alessandro continued, his tone growing more serious, "discretion is paramount. The family's involvement must remain strictly confidential. Can you handle that, Joan?" She swallowed hard. "Wha