Antonio’s POV
I told Camilla to always stay indoors the next day.
It was the only order I could give her, the only thing I could cling to while chaos bloomed around us. Her life—and the life of my grandson—was in danger.
Danger so real I could taste it every time I breathed.
The hospital walls felt thinner now, like the threats could seep through them. Even with doubled security, even with Damian and Daniel combing through every lead, I couldn’t shake the feeling we were being watched and followed.
Every anonymous letter confirmed it, every warning reminded me how powerless I truly was.
And I hated it.
I, Antonio De-Rosie—the man who built an empire with bare hands and sharpened teeth—reduced to a prisoner in a hospital bed, guarded like a child.
The doctors said I needed rest, tha
