Chapter 100

• Chapter 100
• The silence in the Don’s mansion was heavy, like velvet pressing on Selena’s skin. The marble floors gleamed, reflecting the golden chandeliers, but to her it felt more like a cage than a palace. She followed the guard through the grand hall, every step echoing, her heart hammering like it might split her chest.
• The Don sat at the far end of the room, upright despite his bandaged chest. His eyes were sharp, unreadable, the kind that cut straight through skin and bone. The men around him—suits, guns hidden but obvious, hands always ready—stood like shadows waiting for his command.