Luca's POV
International jurisdiction meant one thing. If the custody case moved to Italy, Maya would fight it in Santoro, in a legal system where my family had spent forty years building relationships with judges, politicians, and prosecutors. It wasn't a legal argument. It was a relocation of the battlefield to the terrain they controlled.
Isabella hadn't come to negotiate. She'd come to New York to watch us long enough to find the right pressure point and then apply it from a position we couldn't match.
I called David before Morrison finished talking.
"I heard," David said. He'd clearly been monitoring. "Emergency motion to contest jurisdiction. I'm filing within the hour."
"What are our grounds?"
"Aria is an American citizen, born in New York, raised in New York, and has never le
