Slowly—
He let the metal detector drop.
It clattered against the stone path with a sharp, echoing sound.
“I won’t,” Renzo said, voice steady now, defiant. “It’s ridiculous.”
Ciro’s eyes narrowed.
Cold. Displeased.
“What the hell has gotten into you, Renzo? How dare you defy the boss?”
Ciro bent, picked up the wand without breaking eye contact, and straightened again.
“If I find that ring on her,” Ciro added, his voice dropping into something darker, “you’ll be considered an accomplice.”
Renzo’s expression hardened—but he didn’t respond.
Didn’t back down.
Didn’t move.
Ciro stepped toward me.
Each step deliberate.
The wand hummed faintly in his hand as he raised it, beginning a careful sweep.
Shoulders. Arms. Torso.
When the device passed over my chest—
It erupted.
A sharp, high-pitched beep.
Immediate. Unmistakable.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs.
“What—”
I jerked back instinctively, a sharp breath catching in my throat.
But before I could take another step—
Ciro’s hand snapped out and gripped my upper arm.
Firm. Restraining.
“Don’t run,” he said quickly, his tone still controlled but edged with urgency. “There’s metal right there—inside your bra line.”
My stomach dropped.
My breath hitched.
Inside my bra—
