Isabella sat at the kitchen table, staring at the note Dominic had left crumpled on the counter. Her fingers traced the edges of the paper, feeling the indents of the harsh pen strokes. The Russo family’s threat echoed in her mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.
Dominic stood across from her, pacing back and forth. His expression was hard, his jaw clenched, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes narrowed as if he was already planning a thousand different ways to strike back.
“This isn’t something we can take lightly,” Dominic finally said, his voice low and dangerous. “They’re trying to make a move, and they’ve chosen the worst possible time to do it.”
Isabella nodded, her eyes still on the note. “Th
