Dimitrio's Pov We rode back to the estate in silence, the weight of everything we had learned pressing down on both of us like a physical thing. The moment we reached the gates, I called for a war council, and within the hour, my top men had gathered in the main hall, maps spread across the long table, faces grim in the lamplight. "Antonio's dead," I said, addressing the room. "His generals now command the army outside our walls. They've given us twenty-four hours to deliver the heirloom, or they burn this estate to the ground." "Twenty-four hours," Matteo repeated. "That's barely enough time to reach Catania and back, let alone locate it inside the house." "There's more," Serena said, stepping forward beside me. "The heirloom isn't just wealth. It's records. Names, accounts, secrets belonging to every major family across the Mediterranean. Whoever holds it holds power over all of them." A heavy silence settled over the room as the men absorbed what she had said. "That changes
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