**Lucia’s POV**

The air in the living room was heavy, thick with a dark kind of triumph as Raffaele stood by the window, looking down at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen after he'd hit send. He looked satisfied — no, he looked hungry, like a wolf that had finally caught the scent of a hunter who had been dodging him for years.

"Bernardo will be here soon for his bride," he said, his voice low. He looked toward the front door as if he could already see Stefano charging through ...