Chapter 182 The Sons Of The Don

• Yet, Domnik Delano, one of the triplets, had never shirked his duties when his Pappa called. Which was why he was in Montenegro today…
• Dom didn’t enjoy violence, but he could wield it when needed, and with terrifying precision. He’d never raise his voice, but when he did speak, the room listened—because kindness wrapped around steel carried more weight than shouting ever could.
• The Mafia Don worried for him, though he hid his concern behind a mask of cold indifference. Respected him, yes—but feared the world would chew him up. Dom had no taste for games, no thirst for dominance. He fought only to protect. And in a family of predators, that made him a rare thing—perhaps the rarest of all: