The resemblance between them was impossible to ignore—the same sharp jawline, the same piercing gaze, even the way Vaughn’s hair fell in dark, unruly waves. It was as if Alessandro was staring at a miniature version of Rowan, and the realization struck him like a physical blow.
Father and son. The words echoed in his mind, growing louder with each passing second until they drowned out everything else.
It all made sense now—the tension, the hostility that had been simmering beneath the surface between him and Rowan for months. Rowan had been a thorn in his side, a relentless adversary, and now Alessandro understood why. Rowan hadn’t just been opposing him for business or territory; this was personal. Rowan had a stake in this that went far beyond the typical rivalry between the Falcone an
