The farmhouse smelled of damp soil and coffee left too long on the burner. I had six men, two vehicles, and enough ammunition to reach Sienna's estate. By morning, I intended to take my son back.
My secure phone rang. Antonio, my most loyal captain in Sicily, spoke before I could greet him.
"They've turned, Dante. The Commission declared you *infame*. There's a price on your head."
"Who gave the order?"
"All of them. They saw the proof. They say you betrayed the codes and the Moretti family is finished."
The line cut off.
My second phone filled with messages. A man in Istanbul wrote, *Assets frozen. All routes compromised.* My contact in the Colombian cartel sent another: *The deal is off. We know what you did.*
Marco called next.
"Boss, the Vescovi clan got Chloe. They sent a pict
