"As Alessandro prepared to leave, he knew he couldn't just disappear without a trace. He needed to send a message to his father, a message that made it clear he wasn't to be trifled with. He picked up the phone and dialed a number, a number that belonged to one of his father's most trusted associates, a man named Lorenzo.' Lorenzo,' Alessandro said, his voice cold and hard. 'I have a message for my father. ''What is it?' Lorenzo asked, his voice wary.'Tell him that I'm taking what's mine,' Alessandro said, his voice dripping with menace. 'Tell him that if he so much as looks at Clara, there will be consequences. Consequences he won't like.'He paused, letting his words sink in. 'And tell him that I know about the shipment,' he added, his voice barely above a whisper. 'The one that's coming in next week. Tell him that if he crosses me, that shipment will disappear. Understand?'Lorenzo was silent for a moment, then he spoke, his voice trembling slightly. 'Understood, Alessandro. I'll deliver the message.'Alessandro hung up the phone, a grim satisfaction spreading through him. He had just thrown down the gauntlet, challenging his father in a way he never had before. He had just declared war, not just on his father, but on the entire family.He knew he was taking a huge risk, that he was putting himself in even greater danger. But he didn't care. He was willing to do whatever it took to protect Clara, even if it meant destroying everything he had ever known."
