Dante's POV
Heavy silence settled over me as I watched the chaos unfold. Marco's empire was crumbling—slowly, and all it had taken was a well-placed betrayal. I thought he was always one step ahead, or maybe Alessia was going to take the bait and stop Sianchi. The authorities had moved in fast, shutting down Inferno, freezing assets, raiding key locations. Sienna had gotten too close, but instead of being eliminated, she had become the catalyst for something much bigger. Someone had given her exactly what she needed to bring Marco's empire to its knees. And I had a damn good guess as to who it was.
I stood in the shadows of a high-rise penthouse, watching the city stretch out beneath me. Marco's world had once seemed untouchable. Now, it was unraveling thread by thread. My phone buzzed in my hand. Nico.
"They shut down the club. Marco's men are scrambling."
I exhaled slowly, turning the glass of whiskey in my hand.
"And the source?"
