Serafina
The gates clanged shut behind me, the sound like a verdict. Guards hauled me across gravel, their hands digging into my arms, the floodlights tracking me like prey. The compound loomed ahead—tall walls, guard towers, men with rifles shadowing every corner. A fortress built for war.
Inside, the air smelled of cigar smoke and steel polish. I was shoved into a grand room with high ceilings and barred windows. Too elegant to be a cell, too locked down to be anything else.
Dom Costa strolled in like a man inspecting new property, his suit immaculate, his smirk infuriating. “Not bad, hm? Better than a cage underground. Consider this… hospitality.”
I spun on him, fire burning through my chest. “You won’t win. Dante will come. Adriano will come. And when they do—”
He cut me off
