Sienna barely slept that night.
She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind tangled in a web of thoughts she couldn’t escape.
Dante was a traitor.
Luca was going to kill him.
And when he did, everything would change.
Because Dante wasn’t just some soldier.
He wasn’t just another name on a long list of enemies.
He was Luca’s family.
A part of his empire.
And once he was gone, the cracks in Luca’s world would start to show.
And cracks?
Cracks turned into fractures.
And fractures?
They destroyed everything.
Morning came too quickly.
Sienna got dressed without thinking, slipping into a black sweater and jeans.
The air in the house was different today—charged, heavy.
Luca’s men were tense, whispering in corners.
Weapons were being checked, loaded.
Something was happenin
