Then a video came through.
Julian.
The text read:
Your bulldog strayed. About to be neutered.
Luca opened the video.
Marco and Valentina were on their knees, wrists zip-tied, faces bloodied. Valentina's dark hair was tangled, her eyes blazing even as fear flickered beneath. Marco was bruised, split lip swollen, but still managed to lift his chin. Julian stood behind them, elegant as a devil, gun resting casually against Marco's head.
Luca inhaled slowly. His eyes narrowed, all warmth draining out. This was the Luca his enemies feared.
He dialed Julian's number.
His brother picked up on the first ring.
