CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Alessio's POV

The morning light spills through the safehouse windows, but it does nothing to ease the knot in my chest. Ivy's across the kitchen, sipping coffee, her eyes distant as she stares at Mia's blanket on the counter.

The twins are playing in the next room, their giggles a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside me. Last night's gala was a win-Elena's in custody again, her sabotage of Russo Enterprises exposed to the board-but that shadow I saw in the loading ...