Chapter 148

Leo’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he tried to grasp the implications of his father’s words. “Let us go?” he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

Don Marcello’s jaw clenched as he turned away, pacing like a man reliving a long-standing grievance. “Enzo,” he spat, the name leaving his lips like venom, “cut ties with me—his own brother—to clean up our name. To play the righteous one. And