The black car sped through the streets of New York, the city lights flashing in streaks of gold and red against the tinted windows. Inside, the atmosphere was tense—thick with unspoken thoughts, with plans being formed in real-time.
Adriana sat beside Marco, her fingers curled against the smooth fabric of her dress. Her heart was still racing from Moretti’s words.
You’ll burn for him. Or he’ll burn for you.
Marco’s gaze was dark, his posture rigid. He hadn’t said much since they left the engagement party, but Adriana could tell—he was already strategizing his next move.
Luca and Leo sat across from them, their usual playfulness absent. They understood the weight of what had just happened.
Leo finally broke the silence. “So, what’s the plan, boss?”
Marco’s jaw ticked. “Moretti thinks
