ADRIANO'S POV~
The SUV skidded to a halt inside Edoardo’s estate garage, tires screeching against polished stone. I didn’t wait for the engine to fully die before the door swung open. One of my men stood at attention, not saying a word.
I stepped out slowly, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt like I wasn’t about to rain hell on a family line. The moment my foot touched the marble floor, I heard it…muffled shouts, dragging footsteps, panicked scuffling. My men were already doing what needed to be done, hauling every last Gagliano bastard into the estate like the rats they were.
Old money estate. Italian bones. Pride dripping from the f*****g walls. Several vintage and limited-edition cars lined up in the garage like relics of a forgotten empire. Fitting. I was about to bury it all.
I glanc
