Lucia’s POV
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My pulse pounded so hard it felt like my ribs would crack under the pressure.
The maid sobbed, her body trembling as the blade pressed against her delicate throat. The three men standing before me weren’t faceless intruders, I knew them.
They were Dante’s men.
And leading them? His consigliere.
My breath caught. I’d seen Enzo many times before, standing by Dante’s side and quietly giving him advice. Always calm and composed. But now, his face was cold and merciless, eyes filled with nothing but fury.
“What do you want?” I demanded, forcing steel into my voice despite the terror clawing at my throat. My gaze flickered to the maid, her eyes begging for help. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with whatever is going on here.”
Enzo tilted his head,
