(VALENTINO'S POV)
I step out of the car, the desert night brushing against my face, and the valet immediately greets me with a crisp, "Good evening, sir."
I hand over the keys without a word, my eyes scanning the sleek lines of the rooftop restaurant building towering above.
I step toward the building, feeling the weight of the evening ahead press against my chest.
Inside, a man in a black suit meets me as I take my first steps into the lobby. "Good evening, Mr. Vipera."
"Evening," I reply, nodding.
"We've been expecting you," he says, motioning to the elevators. "Right this way, sir."
I follow him in, the doors close, and he presses the button for the top floor. The ride up is silent except for the soft hum of the elevator, and I feel my pulse pick up a notch. Rooftop dinners are fancy and all, but with my brothers? Nothing is ever just dinner.
The elevator dings and the doors open. My mouth drops open without warning.
The doors slide open, and I freeze for a moment.
