When the car door opened, I stepped out and took a moment to adjust my suit. The midday sun beat down mercilessly. Looking up at the massive estate, a wave of cold nostalgia hit me. I hadn’t set foot on this property since becoming a Don.

Black approached my side, his voice low. "This way."

He led the path down the sprawling compound toward the main mansion. My men fell into formation behind us, their heavy, synchronized footsteps echoing across the stone like a war march.

I had thought long and hard about this meeting. Whatever Dean Bianchi wanted from me after years of bloodshed, it had to serve both...