Sienna moved through the streets like a shadow.
The city was alive—buzzing with neon lights and the low hum of traffic—but she felt distant from it.
Her mind was somewhere else.
On Luca.
On Dante.
On the fact that if Matteo was right, they were about to have a war inside the family.
And Luca had no idea how deep it went.
She had left the safehouse without a word, slipping into the night before Luca could stop her.
If he was planning something, she needed to know what.
Which meant—
She had to go straight to the source.
Dante.
Sienna found him exactly where she expected.
The private club.
Luca’s men had their own places—hidden, exclusive.
Places where business was handled away from prying eyes.
Dante sat in the VIP section, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes fixed on
