Diego's POV

I was watching Chris await Davina’s arrival in the café when my phone vibrated.

A three-way call from my sister and second-in-command.

Santo didn’t bother with hellos. “Andre is dead,” he informed me.

I froze. “The detective?”

“The creepy little fuck you hired to sniff out Dominic, yes,” Elena confirmed. “We found him dumped a few miles from our northern safehouse with a bullet in the back of his head. We’re pretty sure the Milanesis know about that ...