Chapter 32: Luca’s Last Kiss
****Dante’s POV****
I always knew it would come to this.
Luca Moretti wasn’t just a thorn in my side—he was the poison in the wound, the smoke before the fire. And now, he had Isabelle.
Not in body.
But in leverage.
I could feel the storm brewing as I stepped into the war room that morning. The map of Italy sprawled across the wall, dotted with red markers—each one a place that had once bled for me or Matteo.
Now they were bleeding for us both.
But Luca was bleeding us dry.
Every move we made, he anticipated.
Every ally we contacted, he already compromised.
And now, he was inviting Isabelle to dinner.
To talk.
As if betrayal could be softened by wine and candlelight.
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Nico stormed in around noon. His fists were clenched, blood on his collar.
