Lucia’s POV
I was lucky. Too lucky.
Escaping that night had been a miracle, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come. Every step of my investigation had led me down the same road, and now, all signs pointed to one person—Vincenzo.
I still couldn’t understand his motivation. He was smart, calculating, but to orchestrate something of this scale? To have the nerve to challenge Dante like this? It was a dangerous game, and if I was right, then I wasn’t just dealing with betrayal. I was dealing with a war.
Dante had refused to tell me what actually happened. I needed answers.
And there was only one person I could think of who might have them.
My father.
As I stepped out of the building, the cool evening air hit my skin, but it did nothing to ease the heaviness in m
