Alessandro POV
Alessandro leaned back in his chair, trying to focus on the faint hum of his office’s laptop. The room felt like it was closing in around him. The chaos on the streets, his men being picked off one by one, the constant threats looming... And then there was the situation with Sophia. His mind spun, torn between his duties and the growing suspicion that something was deeply wrong—someone close to him was betraying him.
He scrolled through the messages on his phone, each one worse than the last. A trusted distributor was dead—shot in the back of the head, execution-style. The message was unmistakable: someone was making a calculated play for control.
"s**t," he muttered under his breath. His mind replayed the meeting with the crew a few days ago. Everything had seemed fine.
