(Luca)
I didn’t go after Vincenzo.
Not immediately.
The door had already slammed behind him, the echo of his footsteps disappearing down the hallway, but his words were still ricocheting inside my skull.
“She’s not safe because you’re hesitating.”
Hesitating.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
Or how right.
I stood in the center of my office, breathing through the storm clawing in my chest. The confrontation left a bitter metallic taste in my mouth, the kind that never came unless something inside me cracked.
And then—
my phone vibrated.
Only one person in my entire organization used that alert tone.
Alessio.
I picked up immediately.
“What is it?”
His voice was low, urgent. Too urgent.
“Don… you need to see this.”
“What happened?”
“There’s movement in the city. A message f
