The tension in the air was suffocating as Luca paced the dimly lit warehouse. His movements were restless, his mind calculating every possible move. Elena sat on a crate nearby, her arms wrapped around herself, trying to make sense of the chaos her life had become. The events of the past hours still replayed in her mind—the gunshots, the narrow escape, and the bloodstains on Luca’s shirt.
Luca stopped abruptly as his phone buzzed. The number flashing on the screen was unfamiliar, but something in his gut told him it wasn’t just a coincidence.
“Luca,” Elena said softly, sensing his unease. “What is it?”
He held up a hand, signaling her to stay quiet as he answered the call.
“Luca Romano,” came a cold, commanding voice on the other end.
Luca’s jaw tightened, his grip on the ph
