Four powerful Mafia brothers—Alessandro, Dante, Lorenzo, and Nico—rule Europe's largest crime organization. When a stranger enters their exclusive nightclub, all eyes turn to them.
The eldest, 37. Boss of the largest Mafia organization in Europe. Calm, calculating, charismatic. He never needs to raise his voice; when Alessandro speaks, everyone listens. He decides over life and death. At home, he cooks pasta for his brothers on Sundays.
The right hand, 34. Head of the security organization. Big, tattooed, broad shoulders. He speaks little; he protects. If someone threatens the family, Dante is the first to show up.
The negotiator, 30. Elegant, charming, luxurious. He wears tailored suits. Can read any person within minutes. He loves expensive watches, wine, operas, and flirts shamelessly. Elegant, wears tailored suits.
The hacker, 27. Tech genius. Ironic, cheeky. Constantly plays with his brothers. Seems the most relaxed at first, but if someone hurts his family, their digital existence disappears within hours.
Dull bass filled the exclusive nightclub while dimmed light glided over black marble, dark wood, and golden accents. Expensive suits, quiet conversations, and the scent of whiskey and cigars gave the room an atmosphere in which power seemed tangible.
On the elevated gallery, shielded from the rest of the club, four men sat at a round table.
Alessandro leaned back calmly in his leather armchair, a glass of whiskey loosely in his hand. His gaze slid silently through the room, as if no detail escaped him.
Beside him stood Dante, arms crossed over his broad chest. His watchful eyes wandered incessantly among the guests.
Lorenzo chatted relaxed with a business partner, but even while he smiled, his amber eyes observed every movement in the club.
Nico played bored with his whiskey glass until the heavy entrance door opened.
Almost simultaneously, the conversation at the table fell silent.
Four pairs of eyes turned to the figure who had just entered the club.
Alessandro slowly set his glass on the table.
A barely visible smile settled on his lips.
Interesting...
Dante followed his gaze without saying a word.
Lorenzo leaned forward.
I don't think we've ever seen this person here before.
Nico smirked.
Then maybe we should change that.
For a brief moment, the noise of the club seemed to fade into the background.
Four brothers.
Four completely different gazes.
And suddenly their undivided attention was on a single person.
The night had only just begun.