The Romano estate appeared through the SUV's windows like something from a dream.
Golden light from the setting sun painted the stone facade in shades of amber and rose.
The gardens stretched out on either side, manicured and peaceful.
The fountain in the circular drive sparkled, water dancing in the breeze.
It looked like a postcard. Like safety made solid.
Victor's throat tightened.
The SUV rolled to a stop at the front steps, and through the windshield, Victor saw him.
Don Luciano stood at the entrance, framed by the massive oak doors.
He was still dressed in business attire—crisp suit, perfect posture—but his face was unguarded in a way Victor had never seen before.
Eyes locked on the vehicle. Jaw tight.
Hands clenched at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from running forward.
Matteo opened the door first, stepping out and immediately turning to help Victor.
