Diego stood before the towering iron gates of Vittorio Caruso's villa, taking in the sprawling estate that rivaled anything he'd seen in the neighborhood. The mansion was a masterpiece of classical architecture—marble columns, ornate balconies, manicured gardens that stretched as far as the eye could see. Every detail screamed old money and established power.A security guard approached from the gatehouse, his expression immediately hostile. "State your business.""Diego Herrera. Vittorio Caruso is expecting me."The guard's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Wait here."He disappeared back into the gatehouse, and Diego could see him speaking into a phone. A moment later, he emerged with two additional guards."We need to search you before entry," the first guard announced."That won't be necessary—""It's protocol for all visitors. Arms up."Diego exhaled slowly but complied, raising his arms as the guards patted him down with unnecessary roughness. They checked his pockets, his jacket,