“There’s something else you need to know,” she whispered, her voice carrying a weight that made Vincent’s chest tighten.
“This isn’t just about money or territory.”
Part 2
Vincent did not answer.
He simply stared at Elena.
In thirty years, no one had ever managed to surprise him twice in the same night.
Yet somehow the quiet maid who folded his shirts and served his morning espresso had already done it.
Twice.
“What do you mean?” he mouthed silently.
Elena finally removed her hand from his mouth.
Her voice was so soft it barely existed.
“They’re not here to steal your empire.”
She swallowed.
“They’re here to erase your bloodline.”
Outside the closet, Marcus stopped walking.
“The daughter,” he said.
The words froze Vincent where he stood.
“Has anyone found her?” Marcus asked.
One of the men answered.
“No.”
Marcus cursed.
“We can’t leave loose ends.”
Vincent felt something inside him crack.
His daughter.
Sophia.
The only person he had ever loved more than power.
She had left the family business years earlier after begging him to abandon the violence.
When he refused, she disappeared into another state with a new identity.
Only three people knew where she lived.
Vincent.
Marcus.
And his personal attorney.
Marcus knew.
Of course he knew.
Vincent himself had trusted him with the information.
Elena watched the realization spread across Vincent’s face.
“I heard them yesterday,” she whispered.
“They’ve already hired people to find her.”
Vincent’s breathing slowed.
Anyone who knew him expected rage.
Gunfire.
Immediate revenge.
Instead…
His face became frighteningly calm.
Because calm Vincent Torino was the most dangerous version of all.
Outside, Marcus’s phone vibrated.
“Yeah?”
He listened for several seconds.
Then smiled.
“Perfect.”
He turned toward the bedroom door.
“Our people just disabled the front gate cameras again.”
One of the men frowned.
“What if Vincent comes through the underground entrance?”
“He won’t.”
Marcus smiled wider.
“Tony made sure the tunnel explosives are ready.”
Explosives.
Marcus had planned every escape.
Every route.
Every backup.
Someone had spent months studying Vincent’s habits.
Someone Vincent had personally trained.
Elena leaned closer.
“They’ve been preparing this for almost eight months.”
Vincent looked at her.
“You knew?”
“I suspected.”
“You said nothing.”
“I had no proof.”
She lowered her eyes.
“And because nobody notices the maid.”
For the first time that night, Vincent truly looked at her.
She wasn’t afraid for herself.
She was afraid for him.
That made no sense.
Unless…
“Who are you?” he whispered.
Elena hesitated.
Outside, footsteps drifted farther away.
She reached into her apron.
Instead of a cleaning cloth…
She pulled out an old silver badge.
Not police.
Military.
Italian intelligence.
“My real name isn’t Elena Rossi.”
Vincent blinked.
“My name is Elena Bianchi.”
“I’ve been undercover for three years.”
Silence.
“I was assigned to watch you.”
Vincent almost laughed.
“Government?”
She nodded.
“They believed eventually someone inside your organization would betray you.”
“They were right.”
“You’ve been spying on me.”
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