Aldebrando

The sky was overcast that day, and the air in the hills surrounding the family villa seemed colder than usual. There they were—Aldebrando's five children and their families. Some arrived by helicopter, others in a convoy of long black cars.

Isabella emerged from her father Enzo's car, clutching a small, tattered stuffed doll. She ran forward, her eyes shining as she saw familiar faces she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Isabella!!" shouted Matteo, her loudest uncle. He immediately lifted her high into the air, spinning her around with laughter.

"You've grown taller! You can hold a gun now, huh?" he teased.

“Matteo, don’t teach her nonsense,” said Cassia, Isabella’s calmest aunt, with a slight smile.

Amidst all this, Grandfather Aldebrando stood on the terrace. He watched them all, a black wooden cane in his hand. His gaze was stern, but when Unser ran up to hug him tightly, his eyes softened. "My only granddaughter," he murmured. "You've grown into a lovely little lady, haven't you?"

But someone was watching them from afar during this warm moment. Hidden among the dense pines, a faint voice crackled through the communicator.

"Target detected. Little girl in place."

As if instinctively connected, Aldebrando's eyes suddenly turned to the distant hill behind the villa. His brow furrowed. He closed his eyes for a second, then slowly opened one.

"...All of you. Come inside. Now."

His voice was calm but cold, firm and full of meaning.

Behind the blinding power and shady business dealings of the Valenziaro mafia family stood an old man who was both feared and respected: Don Salvatore Valenziaro.

For decades, he ruled with an iron fist, maintaining his family's impeccable and untouchable reputation despite the law and betrayal.

Don Salvatore had five children—four sons and one daughter. Each of them inherited a portion of his power, but none could truly replace him. He knew that positions of power were determined not only by blood relationship but also by trust.

However, there was one person who managed to soften his heart.

Not one of his children.
Not even his beloved wife.

And his only granddaughter is Isabella, the daughter of his third son.

A young woman who grew up far from the mafia world. She lived in another city with her close relatives, far from the chaos and dangers of the Valenziaro family's holdings.

But whenever family gatherings took place, Isabella became the center of everyone's attention. Her cousins ​​adored her, her uncles spoiled her, and as for her grandfather...

He treated her as if the whole world had to bow down before her just to protect his little girl.

Isabella was Don Salvatore's only weakness.

And in the world of the mafia, weakness… could turn into a deadly weapon.