Chapter 127

• Just then, the doors opened wide, and in walked Don Alessandro, flanked by a dozen guards in black. Their boots hit the marble floor with sharp rhythm, their presence swallowing the room’s atmosphere.
• Alessandro sat down in a tall leather chair next to Salvatore, his expression blank, powerful—like a statue carved by rage and pride.
• He didn’t glance once at Marco, who was near the center of the room. Marco’s cheek was scraped with visible redness. His jaw clenched.