PCHAPTER 25: Giovanni's POV
The bass pulsed low beneath the marble floors, the rhythmic thud of music vibrating through the bones of the building. I barely heard it.
From the private balcony above the main floor, I watched the bodies moving below, shadows, noise, power games disguised as fun. My sanctuary. My territory. My rules. But tonight, none of it settled the storm clawing under my skin.
Dominic Belluci was in my city.
The moment my men reported his arrival, my patience snapped. It was only a matter of time before the Belluci family crept into Los Angeles, but Dominic? The good brother. The diplomatic one. The dangerous one.
My eyes scanned the floor as Lorenzo approached, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
“He’s downstairs,” Lorenzo said. “Al
