🔥 SIFAKIS LEGACY CONTINUES

“You think this is over? You think blood bought us peace?”
Matthaios growled, the scent of smoke still clinging to his suit as his hand cupped her cheek—tender, even while soaked in brutality.
“No, koukla mou, this is just the beginning.”

Lyrizara looked up at him, her eyes still trembling from the storm they’d survived.
“I don’t want you to go back to that darkness,” she whispered. “Not for me.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers like a man savoring the taste of his reason to kill.
“I’d burn the world down for you,” he said. “And I’ll smile while it turns to ash.”

🔥 This Isn’t Just a Love Story—It’s War

Enemies surround them.
Alliances are shifting.
And one wrong move could destroy everything Matthaios has built.

But this Don plays to win—
💀 Touch what’s his, and you won’t live to regret it.
💋 Love her, and you’ll die for her.
Because no one takes from a Sifakis and survives.

I sat alone at the bar in Lennox Inferno, the hottest spot in Whiskey Flames Hollow. My family didn’t own a club—we were known for whiskey and real estate. But here I was, nursing a drink, watching my friends lose themselves on the dance floor. The whiskey burned smooth, just like I wished I could.

“Another round for the birthday boy!” someone shouted, slapping my back.

Thirty. Thirty years of living under the Wainwright name, but I hadn’t stepped foot in Whiskey Flames Hollow for years. I swirled my drink, thinking about my grandfather, Big Jim, who built the empire. My father, Clayton, encourages me to do more.

Tina, the bartender, set another drink in front of me. “Last one, Wade.”

I raised the glass, mock-saluting her. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”