Luca
I wasn’t used to following.
I was born to lead—trained to command, to devour threats before they had the chance to speak. But when Serena laid her hands on that table like she owned it, like she owned us, something inside me stilled.
Not because I was afraid of her power.
Because I wanted it.
Because she was the only thing I couldn’t control—and that made me want to kneel or conquer, or maybe both.
“We strike tonight,” she said.
Matteo nodded once. Nico just licked his bottom lip, like he could already taste the chaos. I stared at her—this woman I’d held, f****d, bled for—and wondered if I’d ever truly known her at all.
Maybe none of us had.
“What’s the target?” I asked.
She turned to me slowly. “The compound. West side. Dante’s private vault.”
I blinked. “That’s suicide.”
