ADRIAN
I changed tactics the moment the meeting ended.
If Enzo was the one who handled the Belandi firearms deal — and the money vanished under his watch — then I needed him close. Close enough to watch, to study and to catch him slipping. But not close enough to suspect I was watching.
So I invited him to dinner. It will be a casual family dinner. Laughter. Wine.
My mother. The Romanos. Sophia, Luca, Antonio and Bianca. Vanessa too, unfortunately.
Tobias and Nico stationed like statues. My men scattered discreetly around the property. And Vito? Vito was nowhere to be seen. Not physically, anyway.
He was monitoring every camera feed, every movement, every breath Enzo took — from a secure room two floors down. For protocol, Enzo would be screened at the gate, just like everyone else.
