Rafael's POV
The elevator climbed forty floors without stopping once.
My penthouse wasn't listed in any building directory. The elevator needed a special key to reach this floor, and only five people in the city possessed that key. Today, three of them were waiting for me in the conference room.
The doors opened to reveal Marcus standing guard in the hallway. He nodded as I passed, his hand resting casually on the gun under his jacket.
"They're all here, boss," he said quietly. "Including Russo."
I pushed open the conference room doors and found my inner circle waiting around the table. These weren't the polished businessmen who attended my restaurant meetings. These were the men who'd followed me into hell and back during my five years in Naples. Brothers forged in blood and fire.
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