ADRIAN
Enzo held out the tablet like it was proof of his innocence, his voice trembling just enough to betray him. I didn’t even look at the screen. Because I already knew what he didn’t: Vito had just unfrozen the device. And whatever Enzo was seeing now wasn’t his intel — it was mine.
“Convenient,” Nico muttered. “Now it suddenly agrees with us.”
Luca scoffed. “He’s sweating through his shirt.”
Enzo’s jaw clenched. “I’m not lying.”
I leaned back in my seat, studying him the way a surgeon studies a tumor before cutting it out.
“Enzo,” I said quietly, “you’re a Salvatore by blood. But loyalty isn’t in our DNA. It’s in our choices.”
He swallowed hard.
“And your choices,” I continued, “have been a little off lately.” I chose my words carefully.
He opened his mouth to protest, but t
