Alessio's POV.
I can barely feel my hands on the steering wheel. My vision blurs with fury and disbelief, every streetlight streaking past like a ghost from another lifetime. Another attack. Another message carved in blood. And this time... it wasn't just a business hit. This is personal. Too personal.
Dante.
His name echoes in my mind like a curse. No matter how many times I try to deny it, the truth keeps clawing its way back to the surface. The ruthlessness, the precision, the timing - it has Dante's fingerprints all over it. But family doesn't do this. Blood doesn't betray blood like this. Does it?
But then again, maybe it does. Maybe it always has.
My jaw clenches so hard it hurts. I want to scream, to break something, but there's no time for that. Not now. I need to see the dama
