The roar of the Lamborghini’s engine wasn't just a sound; it was a scream, a promise of violence tearing through the villa’s serene silence. It was the sound of Alessandro’s control, and their hard-won strategy, shattering into a million pieces.
For one frozen, heart-stopping second, Isabella stood paralyzed in the wreckage of the study, the ghost of Gabe’s knowing smile from the shattered screen seared behind her eyes. Then, instinct — deeper than strategy, fiercer than fear — kicked in.
“Marco!” she screamed, already sprinting from the room, her feet slipping on scattered papers. “He’s going to the cove! We have to stop him!”
Marco was a step ahead, his phone to his ear, barking orders into his comms as he matched her frantic pace down the grand staircase. “I have a team en route to i
