She turned to see four men approaching, their presence radiating authority and danger. Each man was impeccably dressed, their sharp suits and polished shoes a stark contrast to the rugged environment of the sea.
The men stopped a few feet away, their eyes flicking between Alessandro and Amara. The leader of the group, a tall man with dark hair and a commanding presence, stepped forward. "Alessandro Romano, I presume?"
"Yes," Alessandro replied, extending a hand. "And you must be Don Luciano."
Don Luciano shook Alessandro's hand, his grip firm and unyielding. "I've heard a lot about you," he said, his eyes briefly scanning Amara before returning to Alessandro. "And this is?"
Alessandro placed a possessive hand on Amara's shoulder. "This is my fiancé, Amara."
Amara forced a polite smile
