The announcement detonated across the city before sunrise.
Headlines screamed Dante Ravelino’s name.
Photos flooded every screen.
Speculation turned into certainty.
The Mafia King was getting married.
Aruna stood in front of the mirror, staring at her own reflection.
She did not recognize the woman looking back.
Not the girl from the bar.
Not the daughter who buried her mother alone.
Not even the frightened woman who ran through fire last night.
This woman looked dangerous.
“They will come for you now.”
Dante’s voice was calm as he entered the room.
Aruna did not turn.
“They already were,” she replied.
Dante stopped behind her.
“Public engagement changes the battlefield,” he said. “Adrian wants chaos.”
Aruna met Dante’s gaze through the mirror.
“And you want control,” she
