~ALEXANDRO’S POV~

When my assistant, Hilda, mentioned the deal Storm Media was offering to cover my event, I hesitated.

“It’s a good opportunity,” Mario had said, his tone firm. “A little publicity could go a long way.”

I wasn’t convinced.

The last thing I needed was cameras and microphones poking into my business, especially now. The timing couldn’t have been worse—not with the recent death of the Russian mafia lord hanging over us like a storm cloud.

Antonio had called me the moment it happened. “He was assassinated,” he said flatly, no emotion in his voice.

Assassinated. One bullet and everything could unravel.

The Russians and Italians had always been...