168. Lorenzo
"For Lorenzo Massimo!"
Diego’s voice rang out, raw and powerful, shaking the very foundation of the arena.
For a moment, I couldn’t move. I stood there, staring at Romeo’s lifeless body at my feet, my chest rising and falling heavily. Blood dripped from my knuckles, mixing with the dust below. The reality of what I had done—of what I had become—finally crashed over me.
I had made the right choice.
The wisest decision of my life.
A moment later, the entire arena erupted.
Cheers, shouts, boots stomping against the ground. And then, as if a switch had flipped, they fell to their knees.
One by one, Romeo’s men—my men—dropped to their knees, their heads bowed in submission and subservience.
"The King is dead!" Someone shouted.
"Heil our new Mafia King!" How fast their lo
