The storm had passed, but the air in the Moretti estate was heavier than ever, thick with secrets, lies, and memories that refused to stay buried.
Damian's POV.
Damian stood at the edge of the shooting range, the rhythmic crack of bullets echoing through the empty hall.
Each shot was sharp, controlling a release of tension he could no longer contain.
Luca entered quietly, his steps careful. "You're not going to solve this with bullets."
"I'm not trying to," Damian replied, sliding another round into the chamber. "I'm trying to think."
Luca leaned against the wall. "Adrian's trail leads to the docks. He's moving fast, maybe too fast. It feels like he wants us to follow."
Damian's jaw clenched.
"A trap."
"Probably," Luca said. "But we can't ignore it.
Alessandro's using him."
Damian's gaze flicked toward him. "Adrian made his choice. He wanted my father's approval; he'll die with it."
There was a long silence before Luca spoke again.
"What about Isabella?"
