**Stefano's POV**

The car rolled to a stop outside the Castellano house, and I stepped out into the afternoon sun, dressed in a black suit.

The guards in front of the house shifted uneasily, their eyes darting to one another, their hands tightening on their weapons. I watched one of them swallow hard, and a slow smirk curved my lips.

That's what my name did to people in Milan.

Armando stepped out to greet me, wearing that familiar slick grin I longed to wipe off.

Soon, Stefano, soon...

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