Day by day, Lucien became busier, his time swallowed by the famiglia's affairs.
Between the corporation's dealings, endless negotiations, and the constant rebellion among his capos, there was no space left for anything else, not even his lovely Edmund.
He managed it all with blood or diplomacy, whichever solved the problem faster.
"You want the Similia Port?" Lucien asked, his voice calm as he looked across the desk.
Similia Port was the largest drug distribution hub under the Lucero name. It was the Don's domain, untouchable by any capo.
Every shipment passed through its docks, and every profit line ran through its books. To ask for it was to challenge the throne itself.
The capo leaned back, his chair creaking as he set his boots on the table. "It's not like you can manage it, Don. Look at the mess we're in. The Vulture took over the south, Pepe Warehouse is gone, and you still—"
The gunshot cut him off.
