Serafina’s POV
San Verità didn’t explode after the leak.
It held its breath.
By dawn, everyone knew someone had crossed Luca De Santis. By noon, everyone knew the price had been paid by the wrong man. The execution wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. One bullet. One body left where loyalty used to live.
I watched the footage on a muted screen, my fingers curled tight around the burner phone.
“He’s telling you something,” Matteo said quietly.
I didn’t look at him. “I know.”
Come back, the message said without words. Or I keep killing shadows until I reach you.
By nightfall, our safe house was compromised. Then the second. Then the third contact went silent. Routes collapsed. Names stopped answering. The city was closing its fist around us.
Matteo stopped trying to reroute. His jaw
