Antonio Blanco
When I first saw Toni Blanco, he was a ghost in a silk suit pale, unreadable, eyes burning with a fever he didn’t deserve. As his private nurse, I was told to care for him, not to understand him. But every night I changed his medicine, I felt the weight of his secrets pressing against the silence. The mafia king was dying, and someone wanted him to stay that way.
About Antonio Blanco
When I first saw Toni Blanco, he was a ghost in a silk suit pale, unreadable, eyes burning with a fever he didn’t deserve. As his private nurse, I was told to care for him, not to understand him. But every night I changed his medicine, I felt the weight of his secrets pressing against the silence. The mafia king was dying, and someone wanted him...Read more