The city had a different feeling tonight.
Luca stood at the window of the safe house, watching the twinkling skyline of Manhattan.
Everything that he’d built the Romano legacy, the empire, the blood-soaked streets was balancing on the brink of nonexistence.
By tomorrow, Vincent would be either dead or wearing the crown.
Sofia slid next to him and spoke quietly. “Are we ready?”
Luca didn’t take his eyes off the city. “We don’t have a choice.”
She nodded. “I know. I just”
He turned to her. “You don’t trust Antonio.”
Sofia exhaled. “Do you?”
Luca was silent for a moment. Then, “No.”
Sofia’s eyes darkened. “Then why are we doing this?”
Luca gave a mirthless smirk.
“Because Vincents trusts him even less.”
Antonio sent the signal at precisely 11:45 PM.
A simple message: “We’re in.”
