The sleek black convoy cut through the countryside with precision, the quiet hum of the engines underscoring the importance of the trip. The meeting was critical—one of the final steps in securing an investor for one of my legitimate businesses. Expanding my reach through legal fronts had been a priority since I consolidated the Russo empire with the Don’s legacy. It gave me power, influence, and an air of respectability that kept prying eyes at bay.
Luca sat in the driver’s seat, his hands steady on the wheel as we navigated the winding roads. Behind us, two other cars followed, each filled with men I trusted to guard my back.
“Everything’s confirmed on their end,” Lily’s voice came through the speaker of my phone, her tone crisp and professional. “You’ll meet them at the Grand Marquis
