Without another word, Damien stood up from his seat, the weight of his decision simmering in every step. His face no longer wore anger it wore certainty. Cold, sharp certainty. He walked out of the room like a man who had just signed someone's fate and was already preparing to attend their burial.
The door shut behind him with a quiet, final click.
**
It was the next day, and the morning light spilled gently across the quiet driveway as Raymond and Valentina stepped out of the house, both dressed neatly, the mood between them calm but quietly watchful. Raymond, sharp in a crisp shirt and tailored trousers, wore his usual guarded expression, while Valentina dressed in soft cream and gold seemed lighter today. The anxiety from the hospital and her apology had been replaced by a kind of cautious peace.
Today wasn't about business, It wasn't about revenge, It was just... a promise.
They were going out to meet Luca.
