Chapter 15 The Calm Before The Storm

• Lorenzo’s Pov
• The warehouse wasn’t like the others in the city. On the outside, it was the same rusted gates, iron walls, graffiti no one dared to look twice. But step inside, and it was marble floors, glass chandeliers, and leather chairs that cost more than most people’s yearly salary. My father called it wasteful when I redesigned it. I called it strategy. A place like this made men loosen their tongues. They forgot they were in a den of wolves.
• Bruno leaned over the table, cigar burning slow in his hand. “Word’s spreading,” he said, voice low, graveled. “Giovanni’s been making deals in your name. Collecting favors. Promising protection he can’t deliver.”