Dante

Valeria was still sleeping when I paced the room. Her pale face rested against the pillow, her breathing steady but shallow. I had placed two of my men by the door, with their rifles ready, while Nico hovered silently at her side. Everything should have felt calm, safe—but I could feel the tension in the air.

A sudden bang on the door made my head snap toward it. One of my men, Lucas, burst in, with a face pale, eyes wide. “Boss… you need to see this,” he said, fumbling with ...