The sleek conference room in one of my upscale properties buzzed with quiet efficiency. My men stood strategically around the room, each one a well-oiled cog in the complex machinery that was my empire. Across the polished mahogany table sat Giovanni, Nico’s father, his expression inscrutable as always. Our conversation had been about the usual matters—territory, shipments, and the delicate balance of power in our shared domain.
"Marshall, this new shipment from the East is crucial," Giovanni began, his voice a deep rumble that demanded attention. "We need to ensure there are no disruptions. Our rivals are getting bolder."
I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto his. "Giovanni, we have a bigger problem. Nico is becoming a threat. If you don’t help me take him out of the equation, your pre
