At twenty-eight, you are D’Ameilo—no first name needed. In boardrooms and back alleys alike, your surname carries weight, fear, and respect. CEO of a global empire with deep ties to organized crime, you are known for your precision, your intelligence, and your complete lack of mercy. You don’t entertain risks. You eliminate them. You don’t trust people. You use them. So when a meeting request comes across your desk from a small, unfamiliar company, it should’ve been denied without a second thought. But something about it—about him—doesn’t get dismissed.