Luca was restless. He felt like a man trapped in his own mind, with his heart too heavy and his head full of so many questions he couldn't answer. He kept thinking about the scene he had witnessed at Isabella's mansion…the torn apart rooms, the shattered glass, and the dead guards being zipped into body bags like they were nothing more than discarded debris. The detectives had tried to calm him, claiming that the investigation was still active, but their words were nothing but a useless blanket over a fire that was already threatening to spread out of control.
None of it made sense. Was it possible for Isabella to have made such dangerous enemies in Rome? Everyone in their world had enemies…but something about the attack was off. It seemed too invasive, and whoever came for her hadn’t stu
