Alessio’s POV
The rain had stopped sometime in the early hours of the morning, leaving the estate damp and still under a veil of gray. I stood in the main hall, the faint light streaming through the windows doing nothing to lift my mood.
A group of my men stood in front of me, Dante at their head. They looked uneasy, their usual composure rattled. Good. They should be.
I folded my arms, letting the silence stretch until it was almost unbearable. Finally, I spoke, my tone cold and sharp. “Someone start talking. Now.”
Nicolò cleared his throat, stepping forward slightly. “We’re still investigating, Boss. Whoever breached the perimeter knew what they were doing. No alarms were triggered, no cameras picked up movement. They came prepared.”
“Prepared?” I repeated, my voice low. “So, you’re
