Gianna Costello standing in my living room should have felt like an intrusion.
Instead, it felt like a power play. Like she was reminding us that no matter how secure we thought this building was, she could walk in whenever she wanted. That locks and security systems only worked against people without connections.
And Gianna had connections everywhere.
“Maria offered me coffee,” Gianna said, settling into one of the leather chairs like she owned it. “I declined because this is not a social visit.”
“Then what is it?” Dante asked, his voice carefully neutral. But I could see the tension in his shoulders. The way his hand moved slightly closer to where he kept a weapon. He didn’t like surprises. Especially not in his own home.
“Information. The kind you’re going to want to see immediatel
