The storm broke faster than they anticipated.
By morning, Venice wasn’t the same. Word traveled faster than bullets in this city.....whispers of betrayal, of shifting alliances. Marco’s men were moving, Cassiel’s network tightening its chokehold.
Valentina stood by the window again, watching the gray clouds churn above the crumbling rooftops. Adrian paced behind her, phone pressed to his ear, voice a low growl as he issued commands.
“Double the guards. No movement without my signal.”
He hung up and turned to her. “Marco’s lieutenant didn’t waste time. Cassiel knows we met.”
Valentina didn’t flinch. “Let her know.”
Adrian’s mouth curved in a grim smile. “She’s furious.”
Good. Let her rage blind her.
A knock shattered the tension in the room. Matteo entered, urgency in every line of
