Antonio’s pov

The room was gently illuminated, with the only light coming from the cigar I held in my hand. The sweet scent of tobacco hung in the air, mingling with the gentle whispers of the men outside my office. I leaned back in my chair, releasing a soft puff of smoke. Dante was close by. Too close. However, that was exactly where I intended for him to end up. A cunning smile grew on my face as I stared at the man stiffly standing in front of my desk. Marco, my most dependable ...