Bella stared at the message.
Trust Leonardo Moretti.
The words felt ridiculous. Impossible. Like someone had written a joke she wasn’t in on. Of all the people on earth, Leo was the last one she should trust. He was the man her father called a monster. The man whose family killed her uncle. The man she’d spent twenty four years being told to hate.
Another gunshot cracked through the estate. Glass shattered downstairs, loud and final.
Bella’s thoughts snapped back. This wasn’t the time for family history. Whoever was attacking had already breached the outer wall. They were inside. And they were moving too fast. Not searching room to room. Heading straight for the main house. Like they had a blueprint. Like someone had drawn them a map.
She grabbed her pistol from the drawer and ran i
