Luca returned to the safe house at 3 AM, covered in blood that wasn't his own as always.
He moved through the door silently, his team dispersing to secure the perimeter while he made his way upstairs to where Sienna waited.
She was awake, sitting in the dim light with Isabella asleep in her arms.
The moment she saw him, she knew, something had changed, something fundamental had shifted in the war they were fighting.
"It's done," Luca said quietly, sinking into the chair across from her. "Dante's dead. The assistant is dead. And I know where Alejandro is hiding."
"Where?"
"A penthouse in the financial district. Ironic, isn't it? He's been right under our noses the whole time, hiding in plain sight among the legitimate businessmen and lawyers." Luca's smile was cold. "He thought being in the middle of the city would protect him. That we wouldn't dare make a move somewhere so public."
"And will we?"
