The villa was quiet in the morning. The echoes of yesterday’s massacre still haunted the halls. I could still smell gunpowder, still see the blood on the white roses, still hear my father’s last words. "Someone close" The warning repeated in my head, an endless loop of betrayal. I paced the study, hands clenched into fists. Luca sat nearby, tense, ready for anything. “They’ll come for us again,” he said, eyes narrowing. “We need to be ready.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to play their game. I want justice, Luca. Not more blood.” “You think you have a choice?” he asked. “This isn’t about what you want. This is Moretti business.” He was right. The Moretti empire did not wait for the grieving. It demanded strength, control, power. And now, it demanded me. I turned toward the window, catching a reflection, my own face, drawn and hollow. Behind me, Isabella stood silently, her presence quiet but steady. She said nothing, only watched. Her eyes were soft, concerned maybe, but imp
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