Chapter 25 The Fire's Price

• The Moretti estate had barely shaken off the last attack's dust when violence came again- this time, with familiar eyes and familiar scars.
• It happened at dawn.
• Gunfire pounded like a thunderstorm in the direction of the west wing. Alarms wailed. The outside was still dark, an unforgiving shade of gray, and Isabella woke up midway. Luca was another type of man, half-naked, rifle clenched in his hand, and muscles tightened like an animal ready to pounce.