Sienna didn’t blink.
The smoke was still curling around her like ghostly fingers, but she saw it all with brutal clarity now—the night her father died, the missing hours, the silence that followed.
It wasn’t an ambush.
It was an execution.
And someone on the inside had orchestrated it.
Luciano grabbed her arm.
Not rough, but grounding. “We have to move.”
She turned to him, her eyes blazing. “I know who killed my father.”
Ari, already scanning the corridor with narrowed eyes, tensed. “Then say it. Before we’re ambushed again.”
Sienna’s jaw locked. “It wasn’t Primo who gave the final order. It was someone under our roof. Someone close enough to slip poison into my father’s glass before the gunfire even started.”
Luciano’s face darkened. “You’re saying it was an inside job.”
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