Lorenzo slipped into the De Luca estate just before dawn. His shirt still smelled of smoke from the docks, his body sore from the fight. But none of that haunted him as much as Mateo’s voice echoing in his head.

“If you value your life, you’ll disappear.”

The words had been sharp, final. Yet all Lorenzo could think about was the way Mateo’s eyes had betrayed him,  the way they burned with want, even as his mouth spit out threats.

He barely made it past the hallway before a familiar ...