The De Luca estate was buzzing with noise that night. Guards patrolled the courtyard, radios buzzing with clipped orders. Cars pulled in and out of the long driveway, headlights sweeping across the marble steps.

Inside, the air was just as heavy. Maps covered the dining table, phones rang and voices overlapped.

And at the center of it all was Alessandro dressed in a sharp suit pressed, sleeves rolled up, his dark eyes cutting through every report handed to him.

Lorenzo leaned against the ...