The Mercedes CL300 purred to a stop in the underground garage of Luca's penthouse tower. Marco killed the engine but didn't immediately move, his fingers still tight around the steering wheel. The dim garage lighting cast long shadows across the concrete walls, making the space feel more like a bunker than a parking structure.
This was his first meeting with Luca since being freed from Isabella's captivity. One whole week of recovery, one whole week of silence from the organization. The only instruction had been clear: Stay away. Lay low. Now, the summons had come directly from Luca himself. That meant it must be something very serious.
Marco stepped out of the car, the sound of his dress shoes echoing sharply against the concrete. He adjusted his suit jacket - navy blue, tailored, the
