Sienna didn’t sleep that night.
Luca had left her in the safehouse with a single command—Stay put.
She didn’t like taking orders.
But she also knew that stepping into something blind would do more harm than good.
So she waited.
She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts running in circles.
A traitor.
Someone inside Luca’s organization.
Someone who had been feeding information to Marcello, making sure he was always one step ahead.
And if Luca hadn’t told Matteo…
That meant the list of suspects was short.
Which also meant—
It was someone close.
Someone Luca trusted.
Or worse—someone he used to trust.
The first knock was soft.
Almost hesitant.
Sienna tensed.
No one was supposed to know where they were.
No one except Luca and—
The second knock was firmer.
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