The abandoned warehouse smells of rust and old secrets. I chose it carefully—neutral ground, far from the Five Families, far from watching eyes and hidden microphones. This is the kind of place where agreements aren’t signed. They survived.
Lorenzo arrives exactly on time. I hear his footsteps before I see him, confident and steady. Once, that sound filled me with rage. Now it does something far more dangerous.
“Dramatic,” he says as he steps from the shadows, sleeves rolled, gun visible at his hip. No pretenses tonight.
“I didn’t think the penthouse suited planning p*******e,” I reply.
His jaw tightens at the word.
“He plans to kill you in six months,” Lorenzo says bluntly. “I found the orders. Timeline included. He’s been planning it since the wedding.”
“I know.”
He stops. “You kn
