They were escorted to a large room at the back of the villa, where the meeting was already underway.
The atmosphere inside was tense, thick with the weight of power struggles and hidden agendas.
Three major leaders of the Italian mafia sat around a large, ornate table, each one exuding an air of authority and danger. Their eyes turned to Rowan as he entered, their gazes assessing, calculating, ready to see how this power play would unfold.
At the head of the table sat Elio's younger brother, Carlo. Elio was dead, his reign abruptly ended by betrayal or god knows what.. but it didn't matter much in their world.
Carlo was much younger than Elio but just as ruthless as him,and today he hosted this meeting. His face was smoother than Elio’s, less lined with age and more with the intensi
