Dominic sighed, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Come in," he said, his voice a low growl.
The door opened, and Giovanni walked in, his face a grim mask of seriousness. He was holding a file, a thick, manila envelope that looked official and important.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, brother," he said, his eyes flicking towards me, a flicker of sympathy in their depths. "But we have a situation."
Dominic's jaw clenched, the tension in his shoulders returning. "What is it, Giovanni? It better be important."
"It is," Giovanni said, his voice a low, serious rumble. "Very important. It's about Yasmine's death."
My blood ran cold. I had almost forgotten about Yasmine, about the whole reason for this mess in the first place. My joy, the flutter of our baby in my womb, was
