The rain hadn’t stopped. It turned to mist along the Messina coastline, shrouding the van as it rumbled down the winding road. Inside, silence pressed like a second skin.Talana sat in the back, peeling off her jacket. The graze on her shoulder was shallow, but it stung like hell. She winced as she cleaned it with a bottle of disinfectant Mariano had left in the first aid kit.Across from her, Giovanni Spataro was tied, gagged, and unbothered. His eyes were closed, almost serene, as if he wasn’t being dragged across Sicily like a trophy corpse.Lorenzo drove, his fingers twitching near the gearstick, eyes trained on the rearview mirror.Massimo hadn’t said a word since they left Palermo. He sat beside Talana, gaze fixed out the window, jaw grinding. The betrayal, again, so close, so calculated, had silenced something in him. Not rage. Something deeper. A quiet promise of retaliation.Talana leaned forward. “He knew they were coming. It was too precise. Too fast.”Lorenzo nodded withou
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