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Luciano POV
The moment I pick up Antonia's call and hear her voice crack with panic, I know something's gone terribly wrong. She rarely breaks character, and never panics. For her to be this shaken? It has to be serious. I board the jet without hesitation, bark orders, and we cross the continent in record time. My mind spins with calculations and rage the entire flight.
She was our in. Our link. Our leverage.
And now she's gone.
The car is already waiting when we land. The suite is in the middle of Paris, penthouse level, discreet and upscale. I open the door and hear them before I even see them.
"You goddamn son of a—!"
Antonia's voice is shrill and furious, echoing off marble floors and glass. She screams like she's possessed, like she's heartbroken, like something inside her has snapped.
