ADRIANO'S POV~
The room was dim. Quiet. The kind of quiet that suffocated more than it soothed.
I sat there at the head of the round mahogany table, fingers tapping into the polished wood, the only sound left in the room after the capos had filed out. We’d just concluded a strategy meeting with the Sicilian branch handling the arms shipment reroute after that stunt pulled by the Lucchese rats in Naples. Plans had been made. Orders given. Blood guaranteed.
But I wasn’t thinking about weapons or logistics. Not anymore.
My mind had drifted. Again.
At the far end of the table, Salvatore sat, one leg crossed over the other, laptop perched on his thighs, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes as he typed away.
A deep breath pulled through my chest. I stood slowly, the chair sliding
