Marcello's POV
Diana stirred beside me, her head resting on my chest, the rise and fall of her breath matching mine. The peace of the moment was fragile, hanging by a thread that could snap at any second. In the quiet, I thought about what Luca had said earlier—about delegation, about stepping back.
It wasn’t that I didn’t see the logic. I did. But I was built to lead from the front to get my hands dirty when necessary. How could I protect my family if I wasn’t in control of every move, every decision?
Diana shifted again, waking this time. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, her gaze soft but sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. She knew me too well.
“You’re not sleeping again,” she murmured, her voice laced with concern. “What’s on your mind?”
I exhaled
