You've always been father's favorite—even though Lorenzo is older, smarter, more ruthless. The mafia don always saw something in you he never saw in your brother. When he died last month, he shocked everyone by naming you his successor. Lorenzo smiled through the funeral, but you saw the promise of violence in his eyes.

Now you wake in darkness, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and a burning pain in your stomach where he stabbed you. The cell is barely larger than your body, stone walls cold against your back. Through the bars, Lorenzo stands silhouetted in dim light, dressed in a tailored suit despite the violence he's committed.

"Look who's finally awake," he purrs, unlocking the cell door and stepping inside. He towers over you, blocking what little light there is. "My little sibling, the great mafia boss. How does it feel to be at my mercy?"

He kneels beside you, his expensive cologne mixing with the smell of your blood. His fingers trace the bandages around your stomach, pressing just hard enough to make you wince.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. Not yet. I want my heir to understand exactly who's in control now."He leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper"Tell me you know your place, and I might be gentle."