Chapter 15: Foolishly Trusting Others
(Alessandro's POV)
The Midnight Empire club pulsed with energy. Strobe lights flashed across the dance floor below while I lounged in the VIP section, deliberately projecting an air of boredom.
I adjusted my tight-fitting printed shirt—a gaudy piece I'd normally never wear. Tonight, I was playing a role: the spoiled second son of a crime family.
Beside me sat Dominic Blackwood, a 22-year-old British-American heir with more money than sense. His family's noble lineage meant nothing to me, but their connections were valuable.
"The fight is getting good, don't you think, second brother?" Dominic said in Italian, leaning forward to watch the boxing match below.
I stiffened. "Vincent is dead," I replied coldly. "I'm not 'second' anything anymore
