The following days were tense for Victoria. If she saw Salvatore for a few minutes at home, it was already a lot. He was always out, giving no explanations, and barely exchanged words with the children.

He and his men spent their time planning strategic attacks against Axel, looking for ways to weaken his power.

"Jordano, tonight I want you to destroy that damned bar downtown. Blow it all up, not a single brick should remain standing, understood?"

"Of course, sir. Although... it's a bit risky."

Salvatore looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, I'm giving you an order. I don't care what happens, just...