Chapter 9
SALVATORE POV
The alarm drowned the entire fortress in red light.
Every corridor outside my office erupted into movement. Boots pounded against marble floors. Men shouted over comms. Guns clicked.
But my attention stayed on Lena.
She stood across my desk staring at the guard like she'd stopped breathing completely.
"He was carrying a message for Lena."
The words settled into the room like smoke after gunfire.
Diego grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall. "Where's the body?"
"East gate," the guard answered quickly. "Our patrol found him ten minutes ago."
Charlie's face hardened. "Dead how?"
The guard hesitated. "His throat was cut."
Lena's fingers curled slightly at her sides. Fear. Real fear this time. Not for herself. For Matteo.
I recognized the difference imme
