Elira's POV

The tires crunched over gravel with a harsh relentless rhythm and stones scattered under the pressure as the car came to a halt.

We were there. We finally arrived. At the so-called territory where I ruled. The mansion laid ahead according to Matteo's words and I couldn't get near because enemies were all out to hunt me.

Apparently, I was a ruthless Don. The first instead caused pride to swell in me. If I had so many enemies and I survived every one of them to still be standing, I would as well gloat.

“We're here,” Matteo's voice cracked through the silence, “you should go around like you...