Luca's POV
I didn't sleep.
I sat at the kitchen table with coffee going cold beside me and went through every document Morrison's team had sent back for review. Signatures, dates, cross-references. The kind of work that needed a clear head, which I didn't have, but I did it anyway because the alternative was sitting still with my own thoughts.
Marco came in at six. "Isabella's on a plane."
I looked up. "To New York?"
"Landed an hour ago. Private terminal at JFK." He poured coffee. "She didn't tell your father she was coming."
That was the part that worried me. When Isabella operated outside Vittorio's knowledge, it meant she was doing something he wouldn't sanction. Which meant she'd already decided the normal rules didn't apply.
"Where is she now?"
"Hotel Midtown. She's got four p
