It wasn’t Il Primo.
But it was someone close.
Someone who would lead them one step deeper into the serpent’s den.
Ari watched her from the front seat but said nothing.
She didn’t need to.
Sienna wasn’t just stepping into her father’s war anymore—she was commanding it.
When they pulled through the gates of the compound, Luciano was already waiting.
His jacket was unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and for the first time in a long time, his expression was openly, unmistakably proud.
“You didn’t just rattle their cage,” he said as she stepped out of the vehicle. “You burned it down.”
Sienna handed him the paper. “One of his top logistics men. Alive last night. Dead now. This was on the table.”
Luciano scanned it, jaw tightening. “Matteo Vitale. He handled money and m
