Luca went to his mother's room and met her sleeping soundly. He didn't bother confronting her about the rumors of her abduct. He didn't want to scare her.
But he knows "The Atlans ", can be decisive. Enzo was shocked as well. But Luca only smiled.
The Morano mansion was unusually quiet.
A hush had blanketed the estate ever since the failed wedding ambush. But today, silence carried a heavier weight—an eerie stillness that even the wind outside seemed to respect.
Mafia Don Alessandro Morano the patriarch feared across continents lay on his sickbed, frailer than anyone had ever seen him. The man who once crushed rebellion with a single word now struggled to lift his gaze to the gilded ceiling of his room. His skin was ashen, clinging to his bones, and his breath came out in labored rasps. The dark circles under his eyes were like shadows of the wars he'd fought of the secrets he'd buried.
The door creaked open.
