Chapter 90

Unknown POV

The laughter came easy this time. It echoed against the high walls of the empty room, a soft, satisfied sound that curved around the silence like smoke. I leaned back in the leather chair, a glass of something expensive in hand, and stared out the window, watching the afternoon sun hang low over the hills.

“Silvestri,” I whispered under my breath, rolling the name like a fine coin between my teeth. “Even the mighty fall.”

The news had come in clean and fast: Alessandro Silvestri’s convoy, hit on the outskirts. A truck, full impact, had shattered more than windows. It had shattered bones too and spewed a few drops of blood. It had created a chaos that they had tried to cover up quite fast, and that was enough to savor, for now.

I smiled to myself, but not too wide. Just enough. Collateral damage, they’d said. That girl, Isabella, was nothing short of a tool, a thorn, and a necessary piece, but not one I mourned if bruised in the crossfire.