: Daddy Comes
The night was cool and quiet when headlights appeared through the trees. No sirens, no loud engines—just two black SUVs creeping up the long driveway, tires crunching gravel like they didn’t want to wake anyone.
Elena stood at the living room window next to Matteo. Luca and Nico were right there with them, guns in their hands but not pointed. The guys outside had called it in a few minutes earlier: small group, with no big weapons showing, Vittorio in the front car. No sign of a trap. Just him Coming to talk.
Her heartbeat stayed normal. She’d been ready for gunfire. Not this.
The SUVs stopped about twenty feet from the porch. Doors opened. Vittorio got out first. By himself. No one else followed. He had on a dark coat, hands out where they could see them, empty. He looke
