Matheo’s POV
The city always looks calm from above.
From the terrace outside my office, the buildings stand straight and quiet as if nothing inside them ever breaks. Cars move in clean lines. Windows shine.
People walk with purpose. If you did not know better, you would think order was natural.
It is not.
Order is built.
And sometimes it is dismantled carefully.
I stood with both hands resting on the cold metal railing, watching the afternoon light stretch across the skyline while my phone vibrated once against the table behind me.
I did not rush to it.
Men who rush look worried.
I walked back inside at an even pace and picked up the device, glancing at the name on the screen. It was one of ours stationed near Luca’s estate. Reliable. Observant.
Not dramatic.
I answered witho
