Giovanni’s POVI was all alone at home, thinking of what exactly to do with regards to everything that had happened so fast which was at the verge of eating me up.Just then, I got a call from the security men at the front gate that someone needed to see me.Then I was informed that a woman came in a silver Porsche to see me . Her name was already logged in the guest register as: Sofia Russo.Though I hadn’t invited her, but then something about her unannounced arrival didn’t rattle me in any way. If anything, it confirmed a hunch I had been nursing all week. People like her didn’t wait for open doors as they walked in, smiled, and made you believe you wanted them there.I glanced at the wine cellar clock. Just after 8 p.m and I confirmed that I had no scheduled meetings with anyone. It was just me and the hum of my thoughts.“Send her through,” I told security.Ten minutes later, she was standing in my private lounge, in a blue sexy looking dress with her lips glossed like temptation
Giovanni’s POVI never thought I would find myself in a position like this—backed into a corner I didn’t see coming.But here I was. The walls of Il Leone Nero felt smaller now and even tighter. Like the air was shrinking.On the surface, I wore the same suit as I walked the same floors as I smiled at myself like anything was funny.But under it? My empire was bleeding.The drop in revenue hit faster than I expected. Between the same problems of bad liquor shipments although I have tried so much to control that to a fault, fleeing clients, and Kraven’s branding circus luring my elite like moths to a shinier flame, cash flow had dried to a trickle. We still made money. Just not enough to cover the rot he had planted beneath us.And with complaints flooding in and the overdose video making quiet rounds in the right—and wrong—circles, I had a choice to make:Either I started selling off pieces of my name...Or I let the whole fucking lion die. Not necessarily that I was out of money but
Giovanni’s POVAt first, it came as a whisper. Then a hum.Now that I got very close to make sure that it's not just mere imagination, I could bet that it was a goddamn roar.Kraven wasn’t just opening a club. He was staging a spectacle. I hadn’t seen him, yet—but his fingerprints were all over the chaos unfolding right before my nose.First, it was the rebranding. That smug tagline appeared on billboards and digital flyers overnight:"Real Power Has Taste."Written in gold against a black background—just enough to mimic mine, but modernized, sharper and cleaner.“Cheap stunt,” I muttered when I first saw it, flicking ash from my cigar out the window.But it wasn’t just a stunt as this was actually working.The VIPs were the first to slip. More like subtle shifts, texts ignored and last-minute cancellations. Tables reserved and never filled. The people who used to beg for booth 7—the one with the corner view and private curtain—now acted like they didn’t even know the name Il Leone Ner
Giovanni’s POV“Boss, we have recorded a very low sale in the last three days and this has never happened before as it is quite unusual.”My club manager informed me the moment I got into my office. Haven't visited here for like 2 weeks now and so I decided to do today and this was what I was just getting.Now, I could dictate something was off and it was as if I felt it before I saw it.At first when I heard that over the phone, I thought maybe it was just one of those weeks. Probably people get busy or people go broke. And so, I didn’t panic. I’ve run clubs long enough to know the rhythm of this business. It dips and not long, it also bounces back.But just like he said that this is actually the third day and I could say that the dip started to look like a damn crater.Also I could also see that for myself.No shows. Many bottles untouched. Tables empty in the middle of peak hours. Too many loyal faces suddenly vanishing like they owed me something—and maybe they did.I came out of m
Mia’s POV“Since Giovanni feels he can play the game, then I will show him how it's been played,” Kraven said.The way he said it, like he was holding back a smirk, made something I wouldn't really say what it was to tighten in my chest. Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried weight. That kind of calm that only comes from someone who knows exactly what they are about to do and how far they are willing to go.I raised a brow, folding my arms across my chest. “What do you mean by that?”He gave a small chuckle, shaking his head like I should have already known. “Isn't it obvious? You have successfully deactivated the plans they had using the cheat code you got, and they would still be thinking they are in the lead.”He leaned back in the seat with his eyes narrowing slightly like he was watching everything play out in real-time in his mind.“By the time that they will even get to know what is happening, I would have been far gone with my own plan.”I blinked slowly, processing his wor
Giovanni’s POV“By the time I’m done with Kraven, he will know that I am Giovanni Azzaro, and I am the lion that owns the den as I will show him who owns the game by the time we’re done,” I boasted, the words sliding out of me like a promise written in fire and I meant every damn word.Agent Thompson nodded, leaning slightly forward from the edge of the couch in my sitting room. His eyes held that familiar gleam, the one that only came alive when important matters were discussed.“Of course. No one dares you. Not even Kraven. He’s only living in his family’s past glory,” Thompson said smoothly, folding his arms like a man who already saw the war won. “And very soon, we will pull him down.”I smirked. That was the plan—and we were already knee-deep in it.Just then, the door to the room opened, though quiet but deliberate. Logan Stone stepped in, dressed in his usual gray tailored suit, eyes like polished ice and a confidence that moved like a shadow in the room.“Am I late to the cele