The night air was thick with anticipation, a humid cloak wrapping the city in suspense. Rain had stopped, leaving the streets glossy and reflective, each puddle mirroring the scattered neon signs and the distant glow of the Moretti estate. Isabella pulled her coat tighter around her, though her heart burned hotter than the chill. Tonight, everything changed.

Dante’s hand brushed against hers, grounding her as they moved through the labyrinth of back corridors, hidden exits, and unused service tunnels. Their plan was simple in theory: intercept Vittorio before he could act, uncover the last layer of betrayal, and finally claim control over the chaos he had orchestrated for years. In...