The storm hit at dawn.
Not in the sky—but in Sienna’s chest.
A thunder that didn’t c***k above her, but deep within her ribs, shaking loose every remaining illusion.
Her father’s consigliere. A man she’d trusted by proximity.
A man whose silence had masked the truth all these years.
Luciano’s voice was low, steady. “If he’s still alive, he’s off-grid. We would’ve clocked him already.”
Ari nodded, eyes glued to her screen.
“No financial trail. No digital footprint. Nothing since the night your father died.”
Sienna didn’t sit.
She paced.
Every step dragged her closer to a memory she didn’t want—but needed. “He wasn’t just there,” she said.
“He vanished before the fallout. He knew what was coming. Probably helped plan it.”
Luciano moved toward her, slow. “Then he didn’t jus
