The safe house was perfectly silent.
Luca was standing at the window, drumming his fingers on the sill.
Outside, the city shone oblivious to the blood war developing under its skin.
Sofia was sitting on the couch, arms crossed. “So what’s the move?”
Marco reclined, flinging a knife into the air and catching it. “We hunt Antonio down. Kill him first. Vincent later.”
Elena shook her head. “No. We want to know why he flipped.”
Luca finally turned. His voice was cold. Final.
“We find Antonio. But we don’t kill him yet.”
Sofia narrowed her eyes. “And if he’s already dead?”
Luca’s jaw clenched.
“And then Vincent just committed the biggest mistake of his life.”
It was not going to be easy to find Antonio.
If he still had need of Vincent, he’d be protected.
If not?
His body would be
