"You don't control us," Isabella said, her voice shaking with fury. "We're not your subjects anymore."
"You're right. You're not." Dimitri turned to face her fully. "You're independent operators. Which means when you fuck up, when you make enemies, when things go wrong, you're on your own. No father to protect you, Enzo. No Lorenzo to bail you out, Isabella. Just you two, against everyone you've pissed off trying to build this thing." He paused. "So I suggest you be very careful about who you make enemies of."
Silence crashed through the warehouse.
Enzo's mind was racing. Dimitri had known about the heist. Had let them succeed. Had been watching the entire time.
It was humiliating. Emasculating. Proof that even when they thought they were operating independently, they were still dancing to Dimitri's tune.
"Why?" Enzo asked, his voice raw. "Why let us take the shipment if you were just going to come here and...."
