This was the first time I was stepping into the Camorra club. I’d heard stories, but none of the tales did justice. The vibe was like that of a regular club, filled with loud music and fancy disco lights, except with more finesse.
It felt like I’d walked into a different world entirely. A place where power and elegance danced in the shadows, and danger lingered just beneath the surface. The air was thick with a mix of expensive cologne and whiskey.
This wasn’t just any club. It belonged to Roman Contini, and he was the kind of man whose name alone could make people sit up straighter. I looked around, taking it all in. The crowd here were mainly the city’s elite and those looking to climb the ladder, all mingling under the watchful eyes of Roman’s men.
The club was all sleek lines and s
