Back at the penthouse, Isabella sat alone in the kitchen, staring at the letter she'd taken from the hidden room. Her hands shook as she unfolded the aged paper.
The handwriting was similar to the previous letters her father's wrote to Enzo.
My dearest Enzo,
By the time you read this, I may be dead. I've discovered something that puts not just me in danger, but our entire families. Someone within our organization has been selling information to the Sicilians. The shipment tonight is a trap.
I don't know who I can trust anymore, except you. If something happens to me, please protect Antonia and Isabella. They're innocent in all of this.
The evidence is hidden where we used to meet as boys - you'll know the place. Don't let my death be for nothing.
Your brother in all but blood,Antonio
Isabella's vision blurred with tears. Her father had known he was going to die. He'd tried to warn Matteo's father, tried to save everyone.
