The next few days were a blur of excitement for Marco.
With some rare free time on his hands, he indulged himself, hopping from one bar to the next, surrounded by beautiful women and taking his pick of whoever he desired. It was the kind of life he enjoyed—free from responsibility, with no strings attached.
But the fun didn’t last long. A message from his Nonno arrived, summoning him to the Donato mansion immediately.
With little choice, Marco climbed into the back of his car, and Gino drove him toward the estate.
Sleek black cars flanked them, one at the front and one at the back, escorting them through the winding roads leading to his grandfather’s expensive property.
The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over the mansion’s grand facade as they pulled up to the entrance.
