CONVERGENCE
The penthouse looked like a military compound.
It had, Armed guards. Every entrance. Every window. Marco coordinating..
Coordinating movements like a general. Ghost at the door. Weapon ready.
And Dante...
Dante in the center of it all. Directing. Commanding. Looking...
Looking like the commission head he’d become. Powerful. Dangerous. In control.
“Aria.” He saw me immediately. Moved toward me. “You’re here. Good. We need to coordinate. Vincent’s making his move and...”
“Where’s Luca?” I interrupted. “Where’s my son?”
“Safe room. With two guards. He’s fine. Scared but fine.”
I pushed past him. Toward the master bedroom. The safe room hidden...
Hidden behind the closet. Reinforced. Secure.
Luca was there. Small. Terrified. But...
But alive. Whole. Unhurt.
“Mama!” He
