Three days passed in a strange rhythm of domesticity and violence. During daylight hours, the Marchetti estate functioned like any wealthy household, staffs preparing meals, gardens being tended, the soft sounds of a baby crying and being soothed. But at night, the house transformed into something else entirely. A kingdom preparing for war.
Sienna sat in the nursery, Isabella asleep in her arms, while Luca and Gia conducted businesses in the study below. She could hear the murmur of voices, the occasional sharp exchange, the sound of phones ringing at all hours. They were hunting. Methodically dismantling Vincent Calabrese's operation piece by piece.
Dr. Russo had been by twice daily, monitoring both Sienna's recovery and Isabella's progress. The baby was thriving, gaining weight, her lungs growing stronger, her oxygen levels steady without the need for supplemental support. The NICU equipment stood mostly unused now, a reminder of how close they'd come to losing her.
