"Marco," I barked. "Terminal B. Full team. My wife just walked into Giuseppe's trap."
Every instinct screamed to put a bullet in Francesco's skull right there. But that would tip off Giuseppe before I found Sienna. Betterto let the traitor think he's unsuspected. Let him report back that I'm scrambling, that I'm distracted, that my wife escaped and I'm in chaos.
Let him feed Giuseppe exactly what I want him to hear.
"Keep Francesco in the dark about Terminal B," I told Marco quietly as we moved toward the exit. "If he asks, tell him we're still searching. Let him think we have no idea where she went."
"You're going to use him," Marco said, understanding dawning.
"Once I have Sienna back, Francesco becomes our weapon. He'll lead us straight to Giuseppe." My voice was ice. "But first, I get my wife."
Marco nodded. "He won't suspect a thing."
Behind me, Claudia called out, desperation in her voice now. "Luca—if Giuseppe gets his hands on a Romano-Moretti heir, Ricci won't need our alliance anymore. He'll have leverage over both families. That baby is worth more than all our territories combined."
I didn't look back. "Then Giuseppe better pray I reach my wife before I reach him."
I sprinted to my car, the underground garage a blur. My phone was already at my ear as the engine roared to life, calling my security team. "Get me everything—traffic cameras, terminal security feeds, anything showing a woman matching Sienna's description in the last ninety minutes."
"Angelo, status on Terminal B surveillance."
"Pulling feeds now, boss. Traffic cameras show a woman matching Mrs. Romano's description entering Terminal B approximately fortyminutes ago. But you should know—Francesco was asking about Mrs. Romano's location an hour ago. Said you'd requested a status update."
Francesco. Even knowing he was compromised, hearing it confirmed sent cold rage through my veins.
"Find him," I ordered. "Bring him to the club. I'll deal with him after I get my wife back."
Forty minutes. She could already be in Giuseppe's hands.
I was three blocks from the club when my phone rang. Unknown number.
I answered, hoping against hope it was Sienna.
Instead, Salvatore Ricci's smooth voice filled the line. "Luca. You know, it's amazing how easy it is to intercept communications these days. One of your wife's father's men tried to warn her about Giuseppe's plans. Such loyalty. Such... misplaced trust."
"If you touch her—"
"Now, now. Let's not resort to clichés. Besides, I don't have your wife. Yet. But I know someone who's meeting with her right now, filling her pretty head with all sorts of interesting truths."
My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "What do you want?"
"The same thing I've always wanted. Your territory. Your resources. Your power. The difference is, now I have leverage you care about."
The call ended, leaving me in ringing silence.
I floored the accelerator. The drive to Terminal B should have taken twenty minutes. I'd make it in twelve.
My hand moved unconsciously to my jacket pocket, my mother’s ring.
Never once had I imagined giving it to someone.
But now, with Sienna in danger because of me, because of the choice I'd forced on her, the weight of that small box felt different. Like possibility. Like hope I had no right to feel.
For the first time in my life, I felt something beyond anger, beyond tactical calculation, beyond the cold ruthlessness that had kept me alive.
I felt fear. Raw, primal terror.
Because somewhere out there, Sienna was walking into a trap.
