The unread message sat in the digital void. For three agonizing days, Marcello's phone remained entirely silent.
He paced the length of his grand office in the Family estate, the heavy mahogany floorboards creaking under the weight of his polished oxfords. The office was a monument to his power—walls lined with antique weaponry, a massive desk carved from solid ebony, and a sprawling view of the Palermo coastline. But today, the room felt like a cage.
He pulled out his phone and hit redial on Serafina's private number for the twenty-fourth time. The call rang once before switching straight to a dead, mechanical voicemail.
Marcello threw the phone onto the desk with a frustrated growl. She had never ignored him. Never. In ten years, through gang wars, federal raids, and their own explosi
