Leonardo stood by the window in his office with his arms crossed, watching as the evening sun poured light into the room.
Behind him—Luca, Marco, and Nikolai—were going over the final details of the plan for the evening. Everything had been thought through. Every route, every possible ambush, every worst-case scenario.
Leonardo turned to face Luca. "No matter what happens tonight," he said, his tone calm but firm, "Elena remains your first priority. If things go south, you get her out. Don't wait for me, don't wait for instructions. Just get her out."
Luca nodded, no hesitation in his voice. "Understood. She’s my responsibility."
Upstairs, in their bedroom, Elena stood in front of the mirror. Her fingers moved slowly, adjusting the silver earrings that matched her gown—a soft velvet em
