The morning sun rose over the Harbor District, casting long golden shadows across the streets.
James sat on the porch of his home, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the city wake up around him. The years had brought many changes, but the view remained the same—the ships moving through the channel, the lights of the city glittering in the distance. It was a familiar sight, one that had been part of his life for as long as he could remember.
Today was different. Today, James was stepping down as the head of the Moretti family. It was a decision he'd made slowly, carefully, after months of reflection. He was seventy-five now, his body growing weaker, his energy fading. It was time to pass the torch to the next generation. Time to let Enzo lead.
Gianna appeared beside him, her hand slip
