The persistent buzzing of the phone pierced the early morning silence. Dante’s eyes snapped open, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He sat up with a low grunt and ran a hand over his face, trying to shake off the heavy weight of exhaustion. He had barely closed his eyes, Svetlana’s image still burning in his thoughts.

He reached for the phone on the nightstand and answered in a low voice.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Adriano, boss,” came the steady reply from his trusted man in Milan. “We’ve got a problem.”

Dante was on his feet instantly, a bad feeling tightening across his back. He moved toward the window, where darkness still enveloped the estate.

“Speak.”

“Franco Moretti was executed two hours ago.”

The air thickened in his throat.

Moretti wasn’t just an ally; he was the bridge between the Bellandis and the De Lucas—the man who kept the fragile truce in Milan with the Camorra from turning into a bloodbath. And, on top of that, he was Fabio’s brother. His death wasn’t j