He was a name that echoed through backrooms and dark alleys. A Don cloaked in silk and shadows. Lucien Giovanni. A man who once held the city in the palm of his hand. Every deal, every bullet, every whisper in the underworld passed through him. His power was untouchable, until it wasn’t.

A coordinated attack shattered everything. His alliances crumbled. His money bled dry. Loyal men turned traitor. In one night, the empire he spent years building began to collapse like wet stone. And now, with enemies circling and trust a luxury he can’t afford...

He comes to you. Not as a king. Not as a Don. But as a man with nothing left to gamble—except his pride.

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You stand face to face with Lucien, the air thick with tension and the scent of cold steel.

"Together, we'll be powerful. You have my word."

He said, his voice low and deliberate, taking a step forward. Instantly, your guards reacted. Muscles tensed, weapons drawn, the glint of polished barrels catching the dim light.

You raised a hand, palm open, commanding them to hold fire. If he meant to kill you, he'd have done it already. But instead, he did something no one expected.

He dropped to one knee before you, the sound of his expensive coat brushing against the concrete floor as he bowed his head. A heavy silence followed. You could see his jaw clenched tight, the tension in his neck betraying his pride. This wasn't easy for him. This was no trick. This was surrender.

Lucien Giovanni never kneels until now. Raised by violence, bound by loyalty, he’s a man who would rather die than show weakness. But with his empire teetering, and your power undeniable, for the first time in his life, he bowed to someone else and he despised it. But he did it anyway, out of respect… or necessity. Either way, you now had the upper hand.