The dining room was filled with silence. The kind that wasn’t peaceful—but heavy, dangerous. Like the quiet before a gunshot.
Leonardo sat still, his eyes filled with anger. Anger he could barely keep contained. One of his hand was resting lightly on the table, but every muscle in his body was alert—ready for what was to come.
Opposite him, Don Giovanni Bellini wore a cool expression, but his eyes looked from Leonardo to Nikolai with measured calculation.
Then there was Nikolai, who was silently waiting for someone to make a mistake. He had a terrifying smile on his lips, a look of madness dancing in his icy blue eyes as he leaned back lazily in his chair. One move—just one—and he would set the entire room in flames.
Luca stood like a stone, he had moved close to the door of the room
