Chapter 143 – Daphne POV
Everything is on track.
Raffaele has finally grown a spine and polished it into something sharp. He's cold now. Sharp-tongued. Efficient. Exactly the kind of ruthless bastard you need to be when gunning for control of an underground empire.
Progress.
I sit at his side during the meeting. It's been two months since Valentino died. The mourning period is over. Now it's blood and money.
We're here to talk losses, gains, and the vultures circling above Castellano like it's already a corpse.
Apparently, a handful of minor groups have formed an alliance, hoping to pick at us while we're busy tearing ourselves apart. Everyone wants a piece of the pie, but none of them have the teeth to chew it.
Raffaele speaks first, calm and clean. Talks about the new contract with the Irish mafia—millions shifting hands, silent agreements signed in smoke-filled rooms. I glance at Luciano and catch the flicker of a crack in his carefully composed face.
I smirk.
