Lorenzo POV
My underboss was hanging from a meat hook in the basement, bleeding out.
Vinny had been selling us out to the Morettis for months. Isabella’s dead brother wasn’t the only snake — my own right hand had been feeding them routes, safehouse locations, and plans. The same plans I’d started trusting Isabella with.
Paranoia clawed at my skull like a living thing.
I stormed into the penthouse study where she was waiting, still wearing the oversized black shirt I’d given her after the shower. Her thighs were bare, her hair messy from my hands earlier. She looked up from the couch, eyes widening at the blood on my shirt.
“Lorenzo, what hap…”
I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down onto my desk, scattering papers and a laptop to the floor. Pens rolled everywhere.
“Vinny,”
