EPISODE 45
Elder Montavio The car ride was silent except for the faint hum of the engine. Draco drove with a steel gaze, while Jax sat in the back, his expression unreadable. He adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp suit a reminder that tonight he wasn’t just Jax—the lover who had left Luciano upstairs—but the Kingmaker, Don of Dons. The convoy came to a halt outside an old villa on the outskirts of the city. Ancient stone walls, guarded heavily, loomed in the night. This was the residence of Elder Montavio, one of the oldest surviving council members of the Mafia—a man whose voice still carried weight across Europe. As Jax entered, silence fell in the hall. Montavio sat in his grand chair, wrapped in an embroidered shawl, his frail body betraying age, but his eyes still sharp. Montavio: (raspy voice
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