**Elena’s POV**

I drove one of the cars to CityLife, my hands tight on the wheel. Every few seconds, my eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. I half-expected to see Stefano’s dark SUV tailing me, or worse, Dante’s shadow.

My chest felt tight, like a heavy stone was sitting on my lungs. My mind was a mess. Lucia was like a sister to me in every way that mattered. We had shared secrets, clothes, and tears for years. But lately, she had become so cold and distant.

And now, she was calling me ...