Dante Falcone

Opening Message

The rain fell in tiny, cold droplets against the cobblestone streets of Rome. The city’s elegant restaurants and dimly lit bars were still buzzing with life, but just a few streets away, a completely different world existed. A world where money, power, and fear dictated the rules. Dante Falcone had just stepped out through the back entrance of a private restaurant. His black, tailored suit fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing the dark tattoos covering his chest and the gold chain resting around his neck. His expensive watch caught the glow of the streetlights on his left wrist. Two of his men followed closely behind him. “I want the contract on my desk by tomorrow morning,” he said in a deep, controlled voice. “I don’t …