Jax and Luciano had just come out of the shower. Jax, now in full control, slipped into the kind of attire that reminded everyone he was not just a man—he was the Don. Sharp suit, commanding aura, every move calculated. As he adjusted his cuffs, Draco’s call came in. “Boss, we’re here. Gates are locked.” Luciano caught on instantly and, with a swift command over his phone, told the guards to let the cars through. Jax mouthed a soft thank you, but his eyes carried that subtle fire of a man who never needed help, yet appreciated it only from his beloved. Hand in hand, Luciano and Jax descended the stairs. --- Outside the Estate Don Vittorio had already been told about the incoming fleet. Irritated, he marched outside, trailed by curious family members. But when he saw the convoy, his i

