ELENA’S POV
The SUV doors behind us opened, men stepped out with black suits.
Weapons already in their hands.
My lungs locked, it wasn’t the police. It was them.
Marco’s men.
Dante shifted closer to me, his body angling just enough to block me and Luca without making it obvious.
Always ready and always calculating.
His hand tightened around mine. Warm, soft and solid.
“Elena,” Alessandro said again, softer this time, like we were standing in a quiet living room instead of an alley that smelled like oil and garbage.
“Get in the car.”
Luca’s fingers twisted into my shirt.
“Mom…”
That broke something inside my chest.
I looked at the sedan.
At my uncle, at the man who had helped raise me after my parents died.
The man who had always smiled politely while making decisions that sh
