Chapter 9 Chains Of Control

• Russo's POV
• In the darkness of my subconsciousness, images flashed, Isabella's smiling face, Cleopatra’s fiery eyes, my grandfather’s stern, unyielding gaze. The weight of my responsibilities pressed down on me, even in sleep, like a heavy chain that refused to let go.
• I saw myself standing in front of my grandfather, his eyes cold and hard, as he repeated the same words over and over: “Marriage, Enzo. Without it, you are nothing.”