SALVADOR'S POV:
As I prepared for the evening, my mind was consumed with the details. I ordered the chef to whip up an extravagant spread, putting careful thought into every dish. Tonight was significant—the first time I would meet Izra's stepbrother. I'd heard enough about him from Izra; stories that painted him as a formidable presence. But honestly, the emotional pull of familial ties had never intrigued me. I had married Izra not out of passion but practicality. In the world of the Mafia, loyalty was the currency, and Izra had proven her worth tenfold.
As I moved through the sprawling mansion, I noticed that Izra was still asleep, likely exhausted from the upheaval of settling into our new life. A faint smile curled my lips; she had taken to this life with grace, even if it was a weighty mantle. With the guests arriving soon, I decided to retreat to my study to tackle some pending tasks.
