The car sped through the city like a bullet slicing through fog, the skyline a blur beyond the tinted windows. Adriana sat stiffly in the back seat beside Marco, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Marco had barely spoken since they left the penthouse, but the tension radiating from him was enough to fill the space between them.
They were headed to the Calloway estate.
Adriana hadn’t been back there since the funeral. The thought of stepping into the ruins of her family’s legacy—now violated by strangers—sent a sick twist through her stomach.
“How bad do you think it is?” she asked finally, breaking the silence.
Marco’s gaze remained fixed ahead. “Luca said they were looking for files. They weren’t subtle. That tells me one thing—whatever they were after, they were desperate.”
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