**Stefano’s POV**
Something felt wrong, and I knew it the second her face shifted, and her fingers trembled on the phone, her knuckles turning white as if she were hanging on for dear life.
“Elena?” I moved toward her fast.
She didn’t blink; she just stared right through me, her eyes fixed on something I couldn’t see. Then the phone slipped from her hand and hit the bed with a dull thud. I grabbed it immediately and spoke to the person on the other end of the line, shouting Elena's name.
"Elario?”
His voice came through, tight and strained. “Stefano, thank God you’re there. Armando was attacked outside the warehouse. Someone shot him — a sniper. Our men couldn't pinpoint where it came from.” He paused, swallowing audibly. “He’s in the hospital now, fighting for his life. Please… brin
