ANTONIO POV

Documents, I had learned over the years, were more dangerous than guns.

A gun could kill a man once. A signature, properly placed on the right document at the right time, could erase him entirely — his properties, his accounts, his legacy, all of it folded quietly into someone else's name while the world moved on without ever noticing the theft had happened at all. No headlines, no funerals for an empire, just paperwork changing hands in rooms no one thought to look into.

That was the kind of war I preferred to fight.

“Enzo's lawyer is being difficult,” Carlos said, dropping into the chair across from my...