THIRD POV
The following morning, the house was in motion. Guards straightened at the gates as a sleek convoy of black cars rolled into the estate. Maids lined up by the entrance, whispering nervously, knowing who had returned.
The first car door opened, and Don Salvatore stepped out—tall, sharp, with a presence that made the air itself heavy. His dark eyes swept the courtyard, searching, assessing, judging. Behind him followed Valentina, elegant and composed, her silk scarf fluttering in the breeze as she slid off her sunglasses.
Riccardo was the first to approach, followed by Matteo, Both bowed their heads slightly in respect.
“Welcome,” Riccardo greeted.
The Don didn’t return the warmth. His voice was low and heavy. “Where is Leo?”
Riccardo hesitated before answering carefully. “He
