*Jacopo’s POV*

My tires screeched as I peeled into the driveway of the Rossi estate. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders. I jumped out of the car and ran toward the front door. When I walked in, my father and a team of our men stood waiting for me.

My father looked at me with worry etched into his face. His voice was a gentle plea as he said, “Jacopo, mio figlio, tell me everything.” I tried to keep my expression stoic as I told him ...