~ALEXANDRO’S POV~

The name on the screen sent a slow, burning rage curling through my veins. Father. Luca’s father.

Which meant one thing—he knew.

Mario and I exchanged a look, assumed understanding passing between us. He breathed out sharply, running a hand through his hair.

Julio, ever unfazed, simply knelt beside the body and plucked the phone from Luca’s pocket with a gloved hand. The ringing stopped.

“What do you want to do?” Mario asked, his tone quieter now.

I turned to Lauren.

She was watching. Frozen in place. Her hazel eyes—wide, glassy, too full of emotions I couldn’t afford to deal with right now.

I’d thrown her into this...