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I was not sure if I liked the idea that those people back in the garden knew what we were doing in the middle of these rows of grapevines and if they did guess. I would be truly embarrassed to face them again. “Shall we go back to our tour? We barely started, after all.” “Of course,” I agreed. He offered me his arm, and I took it without hesitation.<\/p>\n

We resumed walking at the endless lines of grapevines with soon-to-ripen grapes. “I must admit that I don’t have such extensive knowledge of the process of winemaking. All I know is how to drink one.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty. “Well, at least you are honest about it.” “Normally, it was Marco who did this kind of tour.” “Normally?” “Oh, yeah, haven’t I mentioned it to you? He usually gives private tours of their vineyard but only to his closest friends and acquaintances.<\/p>\n

The tour includes wine tasting of their best wines\u2014which is not possible for us since you don’t drink. My cousin and his wife had one before.” “Then why didn’t he come with us today?” He smiled unapologetically at me. “Because I told him so. I don’t want him to tag along with us for hours.” I laughed once again. “But this is his vineyard. He has every right to be here.”<\/p>\n

“No,” he contradicted with a shake of his head. “That man owes me a lot; that is why he couldn’t say no to my demand. If I have my way, I would have that bastard\u2014I mean, that man\u2014out of this vineyard for today.” I shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you. How can you throw the man who owns this whole place?” “As I said, that man owed me a lot in the past, and it was my time to collect my dues.”<\/p>\n

My brows drew together. “Dues? What dues?” He smiled mysteriously. “Soon you’ll know all about it. Maybe then you’ll understand why I am avoiding Marco Orsini like the plague.” It made me curious to know about it now, but he was not yet ready to share it with me. I would respect his decision. After all, he mentioned that he would share that information with me at the right time. For now, I would just focus on the present time, which was our tour. “What is your favorite wine?”<\/p>\n

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ISBN: 9798340281579 Imprint: Independently published Printed in the United States of America 1kitap1.com\/en PROLOGUE TWO YEARS AGO NICCOLO “Son of a bitch!” I muttered under my breath as I tugged down my tie, as I felt it was suffocating me while driving. That curse was directed at my cousin, who was also my boss. He knew damn well that place held so many nightmares for me. He knew my history with that place, and yet he was still sending me to that goddamned hell.<\/p>\n

I should be in bed with a beautiful woman now instead of driving here. “Fuck you, Santi.” I knew fucking well that it was one of my jobs as his consigliere to follow the boss’ command without being a pussy, but fuck him! I hit the steering wheel with my hand while driving to the hairpin curve of Amalfi to let out my frustration.<\/p>\n

Being in this place again would be the last thing on my mind. I should have talked some sense to my asshole of a cousin and made him realize that sending another person for this errand other than me was the best thing he would ever do, but instead, I kept my mouth shut and let him order me around like a dog. On the other hand, it had always been like this since he got acquainted with Marco Orsini again.<\/p>\n

My cousin and that damned demanding billionaire treated me less than a human with their demands, as if finding a missing person was just a simple walk in the park. Did they know how hard it was to find a person who vanished without a trace?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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