**Elena’s POV**

Carmela grabbed my face with both hands, forcing me to look at her. Her palms were shaking. “Elena, look at me. Focus on my eyes.”

I tore my eyes away from Dante, who was laughing without a care in the world, a glass in hand as he spoke to another man.

I looked back at Carmela, my vision blurring.

“I’ve been trying to call Marco and Stefano,” she whispered, her voice fast and frantic. “Neither of them is picking up. The signal in here is trash, or something is ...