VINCENZO’S POV
It was nearly 3 a.m. when I finally returned home. The hours between midnight and sunrise have always been my domain. Keeping late hours was second nature to me, not like I actually ever got to sleep at night.
I shrugged off my suite jacket as I entered the sprawling mansion. The soft glow of the gilded lighting illuminated the entire house, the muted hum of the outside world providing a distant soundtrack. The silence inside was broken only by the faint clink of glassware coming from the kitchen as I approached, unknotting my tie.
I crossed the space, my footsteps barely making a sound on the polished marble floors as I entered the kitchen to find my brother, Lorenzo, already sitting at the kitchen island, a tumbler of whiskey in hand. He leaned propped his elbow on the
