When the Call Came

Gio thought the game was over. He had no idea it was just beginning.

The basement was brightly lit, but the air was heavy with unspoken power.

At the center of the room sat a poker table, surrounded by men who weren’t just playing cards—they were trading favors, debts, and futures. Giovanni DeLuca sat still as stone in a tailored navy suit. His expression, unreadable. Cold. Calculated. Beside him was Vince, his younger brother by two years, dressed more casually but still sharp. Where Gio was ice, Vince was warmth. Smooth charm wrapped in quiet confidence.