One year later.
The Bianchi empire was stronger than ever. The city belonged to Matt now, and no one dared challenge him.
But power had come at a cost.
Matt sat alone in his penthouse, a glass of whiskey in one hand, staring at the skyline. The lights of the city stretched out before him, but they didn't shine as brightly as they once did.
He had everything. Money. Power. Fear.
But the things that truly mattered? They were long gone.
Miriam had left six months ago.
She didn't say goodbye—she didn't need to. He knew why.
She had seen the change in him. The slow, inevitable transformation into something cold, ruthless. Into Dominic.
Maybe worse.
Luca was still around, still loyal. But even he had grown distant. He did what needed to be done, handled business, kept things running. But the friendship they once had? Gone.
Matt swirled the whiskey in his glass, his mind drifting to the past.
What would his father think if he saw him now?
Would he be proud? Or disappointed?
Would he even recognize the man Matt had become?
The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet.
For the first time in a long time, Matt felt alone.
He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled slowly. The smoke curled around him like ghosts of the past.
This was the life he had chosen. The life he had fought for.
And now?
He wasn't sure if he had won… or lost everything.
Outside, the city kept moving. Kept breathing.
But inside?
Matteo Bianchi was already dead.
THE END.