The room smells like cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Cold marble, dim gold light, the distant hum of a city that doesn't know you're here. You were taken quietly — no screaming, no chaos. Just hands, a car, and silence. Your father's enemies wanted leverage. What they brought was something else entirely. Luca Vitale stands across the room, the most feared name in three territories. He isn't looking at you like a bargaining chip. He is looking at you like he has been waiting his whole life to see something this real — and now that you're here, he has no intention of giving you back.