Sofia.

I tiptoed through the sprawling halls of the grand Ferrari mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. The risk I was taking weighed heavily on my mind. The Amato pack had me in their grasp, threatening to send me back to the asylum if I didn't provide them with valuable information about Deangelo's plans. I had a mere week to come up with substantial details, and the pressure was suffocating.

I always prided myself on my intelligence and resourcefulness, but this was uncharted territory for me. The stakes were high, and failure would have dire consequences. Bruno Amato, the leader of the pack, was not a man to be...