after a betrayal from inside his own mansion left feared mafia boss aleandro collapsed on the floor, his fiercely loyal guard dog bruno refused to let anyone approach him—not the guards, not the staff, not even the people trying to help

Three days later.

The Morello crime syndicate believed Providence was theirs. Dominic Morello, a ruthless, arrogant mobster who had coveted Aleandro's shipping ports for a decade, had brought thirty of his top enforcers into the city, occupying the grand ballroom of the Riviera Hotel to celebrate their takeover.

"To the death of Aleandro Ferretti!" Dominic roared, raising a crystal glass of scotch to his men. "The king is dead! The city belongs to us!"

The men cheered, their laughter echoing through the velvet-lined ballroom.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the ballroom exploded inward with a deafening crash.

Wood splinters rained over the polished floor.

The lights inside the ballroom flickered and died, plunging the space into terrifying darkness, illuminated only by the red neon signs outside the hotel windows.

Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed across the floor.

A single spotlight clicked on from the balcony above.

Standing in the center of the doorway, framed by twenty heavily armed Ferretti mercenaries, was Aleandro. He wore a tailored black suit, his dark coat draped over his shoulders, looking like a phantom risen from the grave.

Dominic dropped his glass. It shattered on the floor. "No... no! You're dead! Vance said you were dead!"

"Vance was mistaken," Aleandro said coldly. His voice carried a flat, terrifying finality.

Beside Aleandro stood Bruno.

The massive Naples hound looked like a demon from the underworld, his dark eyes glowing red in the neon light, his broad chest covered in tactical leather armor.

"Kill them!" Dominic shrieked, drawing his gun. "Kill them all!"

"Bruno," Aleandro whispered softly. "Take them."

The war that followed lasted less than eight minutes.

The Ferretti tactical team moved with brutal, military precision, shutting down every exit, neutralizing Morello’s guards before they could even form a defensive line.

And in the center of the chaos moved Bruno. The massive beast was unstoppable, knocking down gunmen, disarming enforcers, and defending his master with lethal, terrifying fury.

Dominic Morello scrambled toward the back exit, his face white, his gun empty. He reached the door, turning the brass handle frantically.

A heavy hand grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around.

Aleandro stood there, looking down at his rival with cold, unblinking eyes.

"You came into my house," Aleandro whispered, his hand tightening around Dominic's throat. "You threatened my people. You tried to break my empire."

"Aleandro... please! We can make a deal!" Dominic choked out, his eyes bulging with terror.

"There are no deals," Aleandro said softly.

He raised his silver pistol.