Chapter 80

Dario

I watched from beside the car as my men escorted Bianca from the safe house and down the driveway. She was silent, shoulders cowed. Eyes staring vacant into space. Like she’d lost her will to fight.

She looked so small, so unassuming. Like the loss of this war had robbed her of so much more than her money and power.

The Bianca I’d known for all my life had always been proud and strong, a fig