The raid on Vito's club left scars, not on the organization, but on veto himself. For the first time in years, he failed the walls closing in. Ricci's boldness growing, and Stefano's alliance, though helpful, came with its own complications.
Kleia watched as Vito became quieter, his mind consumed by the escalating war. She hated seeing him like this, burdened by the weight of protecting everyone he cared about.
One evening , while the children were asleep, kleia decided to confront him. She found him in the study, staring at a map of their territories, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Vito" she said gently, stepping into the room.
You looked up , this expression softening as he saw her. "Kleia" he murmured. "You should be resting."
"So should you," she countered, crossing the room to stand beside him. "You can't do this alone."
"I'm not alone," he said, reaching for her hand. "I have you"
