ISABELLA
A week. Seven days since I stepped into Adrian’s seat and since the families whispered behind my back. I decided to show them exactly what kind of Dona I could be. And now? The numbers spoke for themselves. Deals closed. Territories stabilized. Revenue up. The families pleased. But Lamberti was still missing. And the city was beginning to rot with impatience. Which is why betrayal didn’t surprise me. It only sharpened my blade.
Let's just say Tonino Rinaldi thought he was clever. He thought he could sneak into a warehouse on the east side, meet a buyer behind my back, and take a fat bag of cash for himself and his family. He thought I wouldn’t notice or care.
Most of them think I was too busy searching for Adrian to see the cracks forming under my feet. Well, they thought wron
