Chapter 228

Marco pulled up to his father’s mansion late in the afternoon. The place loomed large—stone walls, iron gates, and armed men posted at every corner. Their rifles caught the fading sunlight as they nodded him through. He parked the car, gravel crunching under the tires, and stepped out, brushing dust off his jacket.

The air felt heavy, like it always did here.

Inside, Don Enzo sat in his office beh