Video ShadowsSandro stared at the phone for another second, then locked the screen.“Stay here.”He stood and walked out of the bedroom without waiting for an answer. Elena heard his voice in the hallway a moment later, low and sharp, giving orders in Italian. Doors opened and closed. Footsteps moved fast through the penthouse.She stayed on the bed, the image of the frozen video still clear in her mind. Young Sandro. Blood on his shirt. Empty eyes. Bodies on the floor around him.Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand. She ignored it.Sandro came back ten minutes later. Two of his men followed him into the room, Dante and another she only knew as Rocco. Both looked grim.“Full lockdown,” Sandro said. “No one in or out without my word. Phones stay on silent. No outside calls unless I approve them.”Dante nodded. “Already done. Cameras are on every floor. Street level is clear for now.”“The video?”“Spreading fast in the usual places,” Rocco answered. “Private channels. Some of the
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