Ferro
Ferro's building was in the financial district. Not a warehouse. Not a back room. A proper building — glass and stone, twenty floors, the kind of address that announced legitimacy so quietly it never needed to shout. She looked at it through the car window and thought about everything she had worked out over six weeks and felt it confirm itself. He had built the real thing first. The protection came after. Dante sat beside her in the car. Nico was in the front. Valentino had gone in a separate vehicle — his idea, her reluctant agreement — so that their connection was not the first thing Ferro saw. "How are you feeling?" Dante said. "Curious," she said. He looked at her. "Not afraid?" "That too." She watched the building get closer. "But mostly curious. I've been building a picture
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