Aidens POV
The weight of the moment settled in my chest as I stepped into the underground chamber of the organization's headquarters. The room was dimly lit, the scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air from previous meetings. Men gathered in a semicircle around a long table, their faces hardened with loyalty, their eyes carrying the wisdom of war. These were the ones we trusted, our most ruthless, most strategic, and most dangerous allies.
The storm was coming.
And tonight, we were preparing for war.
Beside me, Don Carlo walked with the same silent authority he always had, his presence alone commanding respect. As we approached the head of the table, the murmuring ceased. The men straightened, waiting.
I scanned the room. Every face here had been carefully selected. Every man here was loyal, not just to me but to the family and that was a level of respect that I needed.
Good. We were going to need them.