Lucia’s POV

For a heartbeat, I couldn’t move, my pulse hammering in my ears as his body hit the floor with a dull thud. My stomach twisted at the sight—Dante Romano, always so untouchable, reduced to this.

“Shit,” Lucas hissed, snapping me out of my shock. He crouched beside Dante, shaking him roughly. “Boss. Come on, wake up.”

My hands trembled as I pressed my fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse. It was faint, but there. Relief shot through me, but it was short-lived. ...