By the time I’m back in my room, showered again, in bed with the curtains closed, I can’t resist.
I pull up the burner account on my phone.
A few hundred plays already.
Comments trickling in.
– *whoever this is has lived some s**t*
– *this feels like luna v but rougher?*
– *“bought out of one hell into another”??? jesus*
– * If this is fake ai i’m fighting someone. *
– * Mystery girl drops more pls*
My chest feels tight.
I set the phone aside.
Try to sleep.
Fail.
—
Across the house, in his office, Dante is losing a different kind of battle.
Luca is halfway through a report on perimeter patrols when Vittorio bursts in without knocking, face white, phone in hand.
“We have a problem,” he says.
Dante doesn’t sigh.
Doesn’t roll his eyes.
Just says, “Define ‘problem.’”
“A
