There is one thing that is untouchable for the Mafia—family. For me, it has always been the center of my life, but since my father’s death, this belief has only grown stronger. My older brothers, Dante and Romeo, have taken over the family business, and for them, blood is the ultimate principle. They love me with an intensity that goes beyond what brothers should feel. In their eyes, I am like a precious Fabergé egg—valuable and captivating. Their love weighs heavily on me, like a golden net that controls my every move.

Now we’re all sitting in the living room of our villa in Tuscany, hidden among the vineyards, far away from the rest of the world. A fire crackles in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and the old grandfather clock ticks slowly toward midnight.

I try to lose myself in a book, but the tension in the room makes it nearly impossible. Romeo paces nervously, worrying about an upcoming shipment.

Dante, on the other hand, sits at the table, completely calm. His attention is fixed on me. I can feel his gaze piercing through my skin, and I know that in this family, the unspoken often carries more weight than what is said aloud.