{Nico’s pov}
I listened to the voice on the other end of the phone.
Every word is colder than steel.
When the line went dead, I handed Matteo the phone without a word. My jaw locked tight. My shoulders coiled hard like a loaded gun.
Marco Ricci.
The bastard had moved faster than I thought.
I turned slowly and looked at Elena.
Her breath was still sharp. Her eyes are hard and distant.
I didn’t have time to fix that now.
“Matteo,” I ordered. “Get five men. Armed. We are moving now.”
He nodded once. No questions.
He knew me well enough not to ask.
I strode toward the SUV, my steps sure and heavy against the concrete. My chest burned — not with anger.
Not yet.
With clarity.
Marco thought he was smart.
He thought he could bleed me from the inside, whisper lies in Elena’s ear and
