I sat in the living room with Vito and Luca, the air thick with tension. Grace was sleeping in the guest room for now, but I could feel the weight of Marshall’s threats looming over us. We needed a plan. Something to keep her safe and out of his reach. But every option felt like a dead end.
“She can’t stay here forever,” Vito said, his voice low and gravelly. “Marshall’s gonna come for her. We all know it.”
I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck. “I know. But where the hell do we send her? If we move her, we risk exposing her to more danger. Marshall’s got ears everywhere.”
Luca, who had been pacing back and forth by the fireplace, stopped when his phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, frowning at the screen. “It’s Tony.”
My gut twisted. Tony—Marshall’s right-hand man—was the last
