Dante
The Caruso estate rose out of the night like a fortress. Stone walls, iron gates, lights glowing from the windows like eyes watching me. The engine’s low growl echoed as I rolled into the courtyard.
Guards shifted at their posts, hands hovering close to their weapons. They didn’t stop me. Adriano had already given the order—probably with gritted teeth—but the tension clung to the air all the same.
Matteo hopped out the second the car stopped, cigar still between his teeth, flashing a grin at men who’d rather put a bullet between his eyes. Nico slid out quieter, tablet under his arm, his eyes tracking everything, every shadow, every flicker of movement.
I stepped onto the gravel, the night air sharp against my face. My palm throbbed beneath the bandage, blood seeping through w
