The villa’s corridors were quiet, almost eerily so, as Elena moved through them with a predator’s grace. The victory against Vittorio’s remaining lieutenants had shaken the underworld to its core, but Elena knew the war was far from over. Shadows lingered, alliances shifted like sand, and every breath she took could be met with betrayal.

Enzo followed close behind, his presence a constant reminder of both comfort and danger. His dark eyes scanned the hallways, muscles taut, ready for any sign of threat. “You’re thinking too much again,” he murmured, his voice low, meant only for her ears.

Elena’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “Thinking keeps me alive....