Dante’s POV
My consigliere was right to suspect her. The betrayal in my ranks wasn’t just bad luck or coincidence. Someone had been feeding information to the cops, and my empire was bleeding because of it.
But Lucia?
No.
I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.
She was reckless, stubborn, but a traitor? The thought made my jaw clench. If she were guilty, I’d have seen the signs. Yet doubt curled in the back of my mind like a serpent, whispering that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as innocent as I wanted to believe. I had planned to deal with her head-on… but I couldn’t bring myself to. Not without solid proof.
My phone buzzed on the desk.
“The car is ready,” the voice on the other end informed me.
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair before pushing away from the desk. I had bi
