Chapter 1 Prólogue

There are only two ways to have an empire: be born with it or build it from nothing. But, in the underworld, empire is just a facade — what really matters is power.

Power is what makes men lower their heads when you enter a place. Power is what decides who lives and who dies. And with power comes respect… or fear. In the end, they are almost the same thing.

Here, there is no room for weakness, fear, or doubt. Every decision must be made without blinking. One mistake, and you become the next body floating in the river.

In this world, you are either the predator or the prey. There is no middle ground.

I was born with the empire. The Moretti name has always opened doors and shut mouths. But the respect I carry is not enough.

Not when there is someone above me, someone thinking they can still control me. Not when the blood running in my veins demands more than inheritance — it demands domination.

I want more. I have always wanted more. More power. More silence when I speak. More fear when I smile.

And for that, I will have to show everyone — that there is no one above me.

I will do whatever it takes. Lie, manipulate, kill.

Hell, if necessary.

Because, in the end, it’s not about who is born with the empire… it’s about who has the courage to hold it in their own hands, even if they get them stained with blood.