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LEONARDO'S POV

I sat in Enzo's opulent office, surrounded by the familiar scent of aged leather and the faint sound of Sinatra crooning from a hidden gramophone. My brother was truly an old soul at heart as his taste for old classics, something he inherited from our Nonna.

Enzo, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, sat beside his mahogany desk, engrossed in the papers he held in his hands.

"So, what's the deal?" I asked him, leaning back on the sofa.

Enzo's piercing gaze met mine as he looked up from the papers spread across his desk. His dark eyes, framed by a pair of meticulously groomed eyebrows, held a profound sense of authority. Enzo leaned back in his plush leather chair, his body straight and composed.

"We need to tighten up the security for the wedding," he began, his voice low and measured. "I want you to gather our most trusted men and coordinate the security measures. No detail should be overlooked, no vulnerability left exposed. Our reputation rests on the succes