THE VILLA
The villa sat on a hillside like a crown.
Ancient stone. Terracotta roof. Olive groves stretching in every direction. Beautiful. Deceptive. And isolated.
A fortress pretending to be a home.
“Twelve guards visible,” Ghost reported through binoculars. “Probably triple that inside. Vincent’s not taking any chances.”
“He knows we’re coming,” I said. “Isabella made sure of that.”
“Then he’s waiting.” Dante studied Gianna’s blueprints. “Question is where? What room? What trap?”
“The wine cellar.” Gianna pointed to the plans. “It’s where he always conducts business. Underground. Reinforced. Only one entrance. Perfect for...”
“For cornering us.” Marco finished. “We go down there, we’re trapped and done with.”
“Unless we create another exit.” I traced the plans. “Here. Old serva
