The rain in Naples hit harder than in most cities—sharp, metallic, angry. Enzo stood beneath the overhang of a weathered cathedral, the hood of his black jacket pulled over his head, a cigarette burning slow between his fingers. The air smelled like fire and wet stone. It wasn’t just the weather—everything about this city had teeth.
He didn’t like being back.
Naples was chaos wrapped in elegance, danger painted over in ancient charm. The underbelly of the world he belonged to stretched deep into these streets, filled with blood, secrets, and debts too old to be spoken aloud. He came here not by choice but by duty. The kind of duty that didn’t ask for permission. The kind that demanded silence and loyalty.
Next to him, Ale—Rafe to the world, Ale to only him—stood with his arms crossed, w
