In the center of the room, Salvatore raised his glass and cleared his throat. The murmur ceased instantly. He didn't need to raise his voice to assert himself; his mere presence was enough. Everyone respected him. He was the king of the mafia, and no one dared to defy him.

One by one, those present approached, forming a silent circle around him. He gave a slight smile, barely a gesture.

"Thank you, my friends, for joining me tonight," he said, his voice serene yet firm. Heads bowed in respect, and more than one smile appeared on their faces.

"Thank you for the invitation, boss," one replied, raising his glass in...