"As the jet sped towards the mountains, Alessandro stared out the window, a storm raging within him. He had always resisted his father's world, recoiled from the violence and corruption that defined it. But now, to protect Clara, he was embracing it. He was becoming the very thing he had always feared.He thought of the message he had sent to his father through Lorenzo. It was a move straight out of the Mafia playbook, a ruthless display of power and intimidation. He had never done anything like that before. But now, he realized, he had no choice. He had to play the game, to fight fire with fire.He knew that his actions would have consequences. He knew that he was alienating himself from his family, that he was making enemies of people he had once considered allies. But he didn't care. Clara was all that mattered. He would sacrifice everything for her, even his own soul.As the jet approached the cabin, Alessandro felt a sense of unease wash over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that danger was lurking nearby.He landed the jet on a private airstrip a few miles from the cabin and was met by Marco, his face grim.'What is it?' Alessandro asked, his voice tight with anxiety.'There's been a breach in security,' Marco said. 'Someone got past the guards. We don't know who it was or what they wanted, but they were definitely looking for Clara.'Alessandro's blood ran cold. He had been betrayed. Someone within his inner circle had turned against him. But who?'Find out who it was,' Alessandro said, his voice low and dangerous. 'And when you do, bring them to me. I want to know who dared to betray me, and why.'He knew that this was just the beginning. The war had begun, and he was right in the middle of it. But he was ready. He was ready to fight for Clara, to protect her from anyone who dared to harm her. He was a Moretti, and he would not be defeated."
