Worth Trusting

Vincenzo's POV

The map of Florence was spread across the conference table, pins marking Colombo holdings like infected wounds.

I stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, jacket discarded, my attention split between strategy and the quiet, relentless pull of Sicily in the back of my mind.

Viviana and Rocco.

It irritated me how easily they occupied my thoughts now, how everything else bent