Fabrizio’s POV
The air was thick with tension as I moved through the darkened hallways, the weight of the impending confrontation settling heavy on my shoulders. Every step brought me closer to the storm I intended to unleash, my mind sharpening with a cold resolve. The Castellanos had dared to cross me, dared to take what was mine, and for that, they would pay dearly.
As I descended into the underground meeting room where my men awaited, I found them in hushed conversations, their faces set with grim determination. Each of them was ready, prepared to go to war if that’s what it took. I had handpicked these men, trusted them with my life—and tonight, I would trust them to execute my plan with ruthless efficiency.
Rocco was already there, leaning over a map spread out on the table, his e
