UNDER SURVEILLANCE
The penthouse felt different after Gianna left.
Every shadow seemed darker. Every sound sharper. Every surface potentially hiding something that shouldn’t be there.
Someone was watching us. Someone knew about our meeting with Gianna within hours of it happening. Which meant they had access to information that should have been impossible to obtain.
Unless they were inside our home.
“We need to sweep the entire penthouse,” Dante said, already moving toward his office. “Every room. Every device. Every piece of furniture. If there’s surveillance equipment, we find it.”
“Can’t we just call in your security team?”
He stopped. Turned. “And trust them? When we don’t know who’s compromised?” His voice was low. Controlled. “No. We do this ourselves. Tonight. Before whoever’
