POV: Luca
Marco told me about the coffee.
He didn't say it like it was important. Just mentioned it in passing while we were reviewing security rotations for the penthouse. "Mr. Vercetti had a visitor this morning. His wife, she brought him coffee."
I almost dropped my phone.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Marco shrugged. "Because you're the one who helps him think clearly when he can't. And I've never seen him let anyone bring him anything in that office. Ever."
He walked away before I could respond.
I sat there for a full minute, processing. Dominic Vercetti did not accept things from people. He gave orders. He received reports. He tolerated the presence of others when it served his purposes.
He did not sit across from a woman and drink coffee she'd brought him. Especially not th
