The words hit like a physical blow. Not because I cared about Tony, but because of what it represented.
"What? How?" My voice came out steady despite the adrenaline suddenly coursing through my veins.
"Sliced throat. Clean, professional. And that's not all." Dante swallowed hard. "We've got a breach. Basement entrance compromised. Security cameras down."
Someone had walked into my stronghold, killed a man under my protection, and walked back out.
A message written in blood:Your house is not secure. Your people are not safe. You are not in control.
And if they could reach Tony in the most secure part of my building, they could reach anyone.
They could reach Sienna.
The intruder was already inside.
This wasn't business anymore. This was war.
"Lock down the club," I ordered, pulling my gun from its holster. "No one in or out. Find Marco and—"
My phone rang, cutting me off. Unknown number, but the area code was from the penthouse building. The staff. They never called unless—
Ice flooded my veins before I even answered. "Mr. Romano," Maria's voice was shaking. "It's Mrs. Romano. She's collapsed. We can't wake her up."
The world narrowed to a single point of clarity. Tony's death, the breach, the threats—all of it became background noise against one screaming thought.
"I'm on my way," I said, already moving. "Call Dr. Raines. Tell him to meet me there. Emergency."
I shoved past Dante, racing toward the private elevator. "Marco!" I roared. "Lock down complete. I'm going to the penthouse. No one follows unless I call for backup."
As the elevator doors closed, I pulled out my gun and checked the chamber. The drive would take twelve minutes. Twelve minutes where Sienna was unconscious and vulnerable. Twelve minutes where whoever had breached my security could be making their next move.
My finger hovered over Angelo's number—he was stationed near the penthouse. "Get to my apartment. Now. Mrs. Romano's in danger. Secure the perimeter until I arrive."
The elevator couldn't move fast enough.
Whoever had infiltrated my stronghold had just made this personal. If they'd done anything—ANYTHING—to harm her, I would burnthis entire city to find them.
But beneath the cold rage, a different fear kindled. Raw and visceral.
Not for myself.
For Sienna.
And the terrible realization that losing her would destroy me in ways prison never could.
CHAPTER 8
Sienna
Three days had passed since I'd first suspected. Three days of mounting certainty, increasing nausea, and desperate planning.
I needed confirmation. Real, medical confirmation. Not just suspicions based on missed periods and morning sickness. A pregnancy test. Something concrete before I decided what to do with this information.
The problem was getting one.
Luca's staff watched everything. Every delivery was logged. Every package was inspected. I couldn't exactly ask one of his stone-faced security guards to pick up a pregnancy test from the pharmacy without the news reaching him within the hour.
So I'd formulated a plan. A risky one.
