I leaned back against the custom leather interior of the armored sedan, watching the rustic Italian countryside blur past my window as the driver maintained a steady, precise speed.

I was currently en route to the uninvited wedding of my former associate's daughter and the son of my late rival—Adam. It was undeniably a landmark occasion, even if my name had been intentionally omitted from the guest list due to our long-standing blood feud. But invitation or not, I was arriving with a singular, non-negotiable objective: to retrieve my daughter from Don Sullivan Stone's clutches.

I missed her operational efficiency. Without Micah stationed at the right hand of my command...