Marcello’s POV
The streets of Naples blurred past as we sped through the outskirts of the city, the weight of the situation pressing down on me with every passing second. Luca sat beside me, his expression grim, eyes scanning the road. Neither of us had spoken much since leaving the estate, but we didn’t need to. The gravity of what lay ahead was enough to fill the silence.
We were closing in on Kaden. Or at least, that’s what we’d been led to believe. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, forcing down the surge of unease creeping into my chest. Kaden had been a ghost for too long, moving in the shadows, pulling strings. The thought of him being close to Diana again—after everything he had done to her—was enough to set my blood boiling. He was a predator, and we were hunting him down bef
