Don Vincenzo De Luca swirled his Brunello, watching the man kneel before him. The traitor’s hands were bound. His mouth was taped. But his eyes… his eyes screamed.
Title: Bound to the Don
He doesn’t ask for loyalty. He takes it. the italian don
The wine cellar was silent except for the drip of water—or was it blood? Don Vincenzo De Luca swirled his Brunello, watching
Behind every great fortune is a great crime. Meet the Italian Don—ruthless, refined, and absolutely untouchable. When he speaks, Sicily listens. When he walks, Rome bows. and absolutely untouchable. When he speaks
"You sold my shipment to the Albanians," Vincenzo said, his voice soft as a prayer. "You sat at my table. You ate my salt. And this is how you thank me?"
