LIA’S POV

The atmosphere in the room is stifling with tension. Dante is positioned close to the window, his posture stiff, hands balled into tight fists that turn his knuckles pale. He hasn’t spoken a word since Luca's caution. Van stands by the door, phone in hand, shouting commands at Dante's crew. And I—I’m immobile. Antonio is arriving for me. I understood that this wasn’t finished. However, listening to it spoken aloud, realizing he’s taking action now, sends chills down my ...