Ashley’s POV
The air inside the penthouse was suffocating.
Caden paced near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. Roman leaned against the kitchen island, his arms crossed as he watched Caden with cautious eyes. Luca stood near the door, his usual calm exterior masking whatever storm was brewing inside him.
And Mia?
She sat on the couch, legs crossed, fingers drumming against the armrest, watching everything unfold with that sharp gaze of hers.
We were all waiting for the next move.
For Dante DeLuca to make his presence known.
I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temples. “We need a plan.”
Caden finally stopped pacing and turned to me. “We don’t even know what this bastard wants yet.”
Roman let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, we know exactly what he wan
