Matteo’s bruised face remained impassive, but his dark eyes burned with intensity.
Even battered and trapped in Luca’s dungeon, he still carried the sharp edge of defiance.
Sienna crouched beside him, lowering her voice. “We need proof that Luca isn’t as untouchable as he seems. Something that will force Adrian’s hand.”
Matteo exhaled slowly, shifting against the damp stone wall. “Easier said than done.”
She knew that.
Luca had built an empire on fear and control, weaving himself into the highest ranks of power.
There was no single weak spot—no one thread that could unravel everything.
But Sienna didn’t need to destroy Luca in one strike.
She just needed to make him vulnerable.
“We need something undeniable,” she whispered. “Something Adrian can’t ignore.”
Matteo’s jaw tightene
