The rain hadn’t stopped in two days. It drummed relentlessly against the estate’s windows, a sound that felt like a countdown Valentina couldn’t decipher. She stood in the war room, surrounded by files, blueprints, and names.... names of men and women who’d once toasted to her father’s health and now danced in the shadows of betrayal.
“Zora just confirmed it,” Matteo said, stepping into the room. “The Vasari brothers were funneling intel to Salvatore for years. They’re trying to cover their tracks now.”
Valentina didn’t flinch. “Then we burn the trail behind them. And make sure their graves are cold before they know we’re coming.”
Adrian entered next, a ghost of the man he once was leaner, sharper, weighed down by truth. But when his eyes met hers, there was something solid there. Not
