**Luca’s POV**
The villa loomed like a fortress on the cliffs of Naples, its weathered stone walls a testament to centuries of secrets and bloodshed. It was the perfect meeting spot—remote, heavily guarded, and rigged with enough security measures to rival a military base. Every inch of the property was under surveillance, from the hidden cameras in the olive trees to the armed guards stationed along the perimeter. No one would get in without permission.
I stepped out of the car, my polished shoes crunching against the gravel as Mario fell into step beside me. Behind us, three of my most trusted guards formed a silent escort. The crisp sea air did little to calm the tension knotting in my chest. This meeting wasn’t just about strategy; it was about survival.
Inside, the dimly lit room w
