Dante's POV
The interior of the Maybach was quiet, save for the low hum of the engine and the tapping of Marco’s tablet.
"The news cycle hasn't slept, sir" Marco said, breaking the silence. He didn't look up from the screen. "Your return at the banquet has effectively eclipsed every other headline. Castello Holdings' stock jumped four points at the opening bell, solely on the speculation of your reinstatement."
I stared out the tinted window, watching the city blur by. "Anything else?"
"There is something else," Marco added, his voice dropping a fraction. "Early this morning... your uncle reached out."
My jaw tightened. I didn't turn my head. "How?"
"He has your private line. I’m not sure how he acquired it. He called three times, and when you didn't answer, he sent a message demand
