That evening, everything changes.
I’m in my room, trying to make sense of everything Dominic told me, when I hear shouting from downstairs. Not the usual business discussions, not controlled anger. This is different. Raw. Violent.
Then a crash. Glass breaking. More shouting.
I move to my door, crack it open. The guard who was stationed outside is gone, probably drawn toward the commotion. I should stay put. Should lock myself in and wait for it to pass.
But I’ve never been good at doing what I should.
I slip into the hallway, follow the sound of chaos to the main foyer. A crowd has gathered. Guards, staff, some of Luca’s capos. They’re all focused on something at the center of the room.
Someone.
I push through the crowd, and my blood runs cold.
Luca stands in the center, shirt torn
