Mariella’s POVWe all watched in silence as the gates opened with a low groan. From the hallway windows, we could see the long stone driveway that curved through the estate gardens. At the far end of it, a black sedan rolled slowly forward like a shadow creeping across the ground.Antonio’s fingers tightened around my arm.“That one,” he whispered.Luciano stepped closer to the window, his posture sharpening instantly. The softness he showed the children vanished like mist under sunlight. He was back to Don mode, the man the Commission feared. “Who is it?” I asked, worried. Luciano didn’t answer. He was watching the car the way a predator watches something entering its territory.Jose leaned slightly toward the glass.“Delivery car,” he said.“Not one of ours,” Luciano answered. “Yup,” Jose nodded. “It doesn't have a De Luca plate.”Luciano turned toward the intercom panel mounted beside the wall.“Gatehouse,” he said. A guard’s voice crackled through the speaker.“Yes, Don Luciano
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