Isabella's jaw tightened. "So did Damian. And he never complained."
The words hung in the air, heavier than intended. Sophia's gaze softened, but she said nothing more.
Luca's POV.
The basement interrogation room smelled of oil, blood, and secrets.
He'd seen men break here and this one was close.
The informant trembled under the low light, sweat slicking his face. "I told you everything! Marco's not working alone.
There's someone funding him someone high up, with access to the Moretti networks."
Luca's eyes narrowed. "Name."
"I don't know! They call him the Whisper. No face, no records, only orders through encrypted channels."
Luca leaned in, voice cold. "Then you better pray that's enough for Isabella."
The man's eyes widened. "She's in charge now?"
"She is," Luca replied. "And she's not as merciful as Damian."
He left the room without another word, pulling out his phone as he climbed the stairs. A new message flashed across the screen:
