The villa was quieter than usual, but that quiet carried a weight heavier than any battle. Elena moved through the grand hallways, heels echoing softly, mind racing. Reports had come in over the past week — a new player had entered the Italian underworld. Someone ambitious, ruthless, and with resources that could rival even Enzo’s.

Enzo appeared behind her, his dark presence grounding her like a shadow she could always trust. “You look worried,” he murmured, fingers brushing her shoulder.

“I am,” Elena admitted. “He’s not from Palermo. He’s not tied to any of the families here. He’s… outside. A foreigner. But he’s already making waves — consolidating allies, buying...