Gianluca paced the length of his office, a cigarette burning between his fingers, untouched. Smoke curled lazily into the air, the only sign of the storm brewing inside him. He had been watching, waiting, anticipating Leonardo’s next move—but nothing had happened.
It's been days.
Days since he’d crashed the car, kidn*pped Elena and issued an unspoken challenge to the so-called Mafia King. Yet Leonardo Gold had remained silent, unmoving, like the calm before a storm.
But Gianluca knew better.
Leonardo was planning something.
He walked over to the window overlooking the Tuscan hills, but his mind was nowhere near the serenity of the view.
No, it was with the enemy—the man everyone was now whispering about in reverence.
He ground the cigarette into the glass ashtray, his jaw clenched
