Chapter 439

Schwartz He sat down to dinner at the Delano table, which was his second home, anyways. These days, Lucien Delano was kept busy with the impending opening of his exotic Club in the country and one of the attractions was, of course, the underground Fight Club, which was on a grand scale. Reminiscent of the arenas where gladiators were pitted against each other to participate in a fight unto death, Schwartz had thought, disturbed by the similarity. But the Mafia Don had insisted that he wanted the rawness, the primitive feel brought alive. Schwartz doubted whether his wife would come close to agreeing with the Boss. Proserpina was sensitive and a classy lady, an academician in her own right. How the two stayed together despite their totally different personalities was a mystery that Schwartz had stopped trying to solve.