“Don’t get excited, boss,” Salvador said, his voice like ice. “I just need answers. Who are you?”Inside the Rolls Royce, Alex and Salvador locked eyes, the gun aimed at him. The tension was electric, charged with the unspoken threat of violence. Alex didn’t respond; he couldn’t afford to make a mistake. His mind raced, thoughts colliding in chaos. Salvador’s eyes conveyed one clear message: if he spoke out of turn, a bullet would find its way into him.Until now, Salvador had seemed like the least of his worries. Alex had been convinced that everything was under control, that he had the situation in hand. But now, faced with the barrel of a gun, he realized how wrong he had been.After a moment of suffocating silence, Salvador spoke through clenched teeth. “Come down, buster.”Alex finished his whiskey in a quick gulp, feeling the burn as it slid down his throat. He needed that drink—it steadied his nerves. Once outside the Rolls Royce, Salvador shoved him toward the edge of the clif

As Alex lay beside Selena, the weight of her words pressed heavily on his mind. The betrayal, the murder—it all came back to him with a force that made his resolve harden. He knew what needed to be done. If he was ever going to move forward, if he was going to clean up Alejandro’s mess and eliminate the Morello family, he first needed to settle the score with the Gregory family. Today was the day he would end them.Turning to face Selena, he studied her for a moment, then spoke with cold determination hidden behind a mask of calm. “I want to pay a visit to your family,” he said, his voice steady.Selena’s eyes widened in pure surprise. For a moment, she seemed unable to process what she had just heard. Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across her face, disbelief mixed with excitement. “Alejandro, you really want to see my parents?”Alex decided to play along, his mind already calculating the steps he needed to take. He forced a smile, making it as genuine as he could. “Isn’t that

For the next two days, Alex was caught up in a storm of activity. Shipments arriving from the ports needed his close attention, and there were important business deals in Las Vegas that required him to be there personally. He handled everything with cold precision, making sure every detail was perfect. Life as a Mafia boss, even while pretending to be Alejandro Gambino, demanded constant vigilance and strict control.Despite the chaos, Alex found moments to be alone. During these rare breaks, he retreated to Alejandro’s private study—a heavily secured room that only a few could access. The study reflected Alejandro’s meticulous personality, with shelves filled with carefully labeled files, leather-bound journals, and safes holding his most secret documents.Alex spent hours reading these journals, each entry giving him a deeper understanding of the man whose life he had taken over. Alejandro was a man of contradictions—publicly, he was a billionaire philanthropist, but in private, he

Alejandro’s private jet was a masterpiece—sleek, luxurious, everything a Learjet should be. It was Alex’s first time flying in such a setting, and the comfort and opulence were beyond anything he had experienced before.Maria had joined him on the flight, along with Salvador and three additional men. The rest of the crew stayed behind in Las Vegas, tasked with guarding the mansion and overseeing the Gambino family’s operations.Alex poured two glasses of Hennessy, handing one to Maria before reclining in his seat. “Alright, let’s start from the top. What do you know about Shikita?”Maria sipped her drink thoughtfully. Salvador, sitting across from them, watched her with a cautious eye, his distrust of her palpable.“Like I said before,” Maria began, “she’s one of Theresa’s top operatives. She specializes in poison and holds a black belt in karate. She’s also skilled in taekwondo and kung fu. I was one of her

“I’ve acquired a young man—a negro—at a slave auction a few days ago,” Roberto said, his voice deliberate as he took another drag from his cigar. “He’s smart, vibrant, and might interest you.”Alex didn’t respond right away. The words seemed to swirl around him, lost in the haze of his own thoughts. His mind felt numb, detached. There was a growing tension in the air, but he couldn't place it.Roberto noticed Alex’s silence, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward. “Alejandro?” His tone was cautious, uncertain.The sharpness of his voice snapped Alex back to reality. He blinked, then locked eyes with Roberto. “What was that?” His voice was unsteady, but he tried to cover it with a sharp edge.Roberto’s eyes flickered with confusion. He waved his cigar at Alex dismissively. “What’s the matter with you? You went quiet on me.”Alex shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake off a fog. He could only stare back, wide-eyed. “Did I?” He retorted, the unease growing in his chest. Somethin