Claimed By The Mafia Boss
“You don’t want to do this.”
Then I straightened and looked directly at Cruz and Augustine, raising my voice.
“Marco Martins and Enzo Moretti are partners,” I said. It needed to be said, clearly and with weight. “Brothers. One doesn’t exist without the other, and we do so at the same level.”
The words echoed. The lounge went quiet.
Some heads turned. A few girls froze mid-step, holding drinks or trays, wide-eyed. One woman laughed nervously in the far right corner, trying to break the tension. A server muttered an apology as they brushed past someone too slowly.