I’m still in the hallway when Marco’s voice echoes through the house.
“Meeting room. Now. Everyone.”
The boys move immediately. Chairs scrape. Footsteps follow.
We gather in the meeting room, and Marco is already pacing, phone in his hand, jaw tight.
He doesn’t wait for us to settle.
“Lacy’s declared Matteo missing.”
Straight to it.
“She’s put out a reward. Big one. Public tip line. Anyone who knows anything gets paid.”
Marco keeps going. “And she’s not doing it blindly. She wants her son back.”
His voice hardens on that.
“That’s her heir.”
The room goes still.
“She will not let that go,” Marco adds flatly. “Not for money. Not for pride. For bloodline.”
Max’s hand slides to my lower back automatically.
Francesco shifts closer.
Alex folds his arms, expression unreadable.
Cas
