Ignazio
The private jet soared through the night sky, crossing continents. My thoughts remained with Danica, wondering if I'd made the right decision, leaving her behind.
After what felt like an eternity, the pilot's voice broke through the intercom.
"Descent begins, sir. We'll land in Buenos Aires shortly."
I nodded, though he couldn't see me.
As the jet touched down, my phone buzzed with a message from Romano.
"Ignazio, Alejandro's people have arranged your accommodation at Hotel Alvear. You'll meet Alejandro in the morning, by invitation only."
Alejandro's reputation preceded him as ruthless, cunning, and calculating. His family's influence stretched across South America, rivaling my own Famiglia dell'Occhio del Toro.
I wonder what his hidden agenda is and what he would benefit
