ENEMY

UNCLE CONNOR'S POV

As the heavy rain poured down outside, I stepped out of the helicopter onto the dimly lit landing pad, surrounded by the members of my underground Mafia family. They stood in a line, their heads bowed in a show of respect as I arrived. The rhythmic sound of the rain beating against the metal roof echoed the intensity of the moment.

"Welcome back, Uncle Connor," one of my trusted lieutenants said as he raised his head, his voice filled with reverence.

"Thank you," I replied, my gaze sweeping over the devoted faces of my men. "What do you have for me?"

Two of my loyal bodyguards approached, one holding a briefcase. "We've gathered crucial information on Victor Amuso," one of them informed me. "He's been making moves against us, and we believe it's time to take him down."

I nodded, a steely resolve forming in my heart. "Excellent work. Let's head to the manor and go through the details there."

As I walked towards the black SUV that was waiting for us, my bodyguards fla