Five years had passed since the night I walked away from the Don’s empire and reclaimed my identity. Five years since I discovered the truth of who I was, where I came from, and what had been stolen from me.
Now, I wasn’t just Fabrizio Russo’s son. I wasn’t just the heir to a shattered empire.
I was the one who rebuilt it.
The Russo and Don empires weren’t rivals anymore. They were one, bound together under my name, my rule. The men who once feared me as a weapon now feared me as their leader. The Western Hemisphere, from the bustling streets of New York to the sunlit shores of Los Angeles, answered to me.
The meeting room in the heart of my New York headquarters buzzed with quiet tension. The long table was lined with men and women from every corner of my empire, their faces a mix of
