Chapter 23: The Morning Light

I awoke the next morning to the soft, the golden light of the Tuscan sun streaming through the sheer curtains of our suite.

The heavy silk sheets tangled around my legs, carrying the lingering scent of sandalwood and musk. I stretched slowly, feeling a deep, profound

Chapter 24: The Echoes of New York

The Tuscan honeymoon was a sanctuary of soft light, ancient stone, and absolute peace, but empires do not run themselves from a distance. Four weeks after our arrival in Florence, a secure encrypted ping from Luca Rossi broke the spell of the Mediterranean idyll.

Chapter 25: The Sovereign's Charter

The air inside the grand conference hall of the Salvatore syndicate headquarters was thick with history and respectful silence.

The twelve supreme Capos stood as the heavy double oak doors swung open. I walked down the center aisle, flanked by Matteo and Luca Ro