** They call him "Il Diavolo"—The Devil. But the truth is, even the devil might fear Matteo Vitale.

Matteo Vitale is more than a man—he is a myth, a nightmare whispered in the darkest corners of Europe. Standing at 6'5 with a body carved from raw power, he moves like a predator, his presence alone suffocating any room he enters.

His face is a mask of cold calculation—sharp cheekbones, a jawline hard as stone, and piercing, dead-green eyes that never betray emotion, he was in his 27 years and from an Italian royalty. His stare alone is enough to make the most hardened criminals break into a sweat.

Matteo knows no mercy. He does not forgive. He does not forget. He does not negotiate. His empire stretches across continents—arms deals, cybercrime, drugs, high-stakes finance—but no one truly knows how deep his roots go. The police? Bought. Judges? Silenced. Enemies? Buried. But in front all that he was also a ceo having the biggest companies of office in the whole Europe and and USA

Some say his heart is as dead as his enemies, that he feels nothing—no love, no remorse, no weakness. His wealth is immeasurable, his power untouchable. He does not need to show force; his name alone is enough to send men to their knees.