Chapter 5 Cracks In Control

• Matteo’s POV
• The sky above Naples was stained in charcoal and violet. No stars. Just the kind of darkness that made men like me feel at home. Fog clung to the ground like breath on cold glass, twisting between the alley walls and bleeding into the ruins behind the yard. I watched it for a long time after Luca took her.
• The air still carried the sharp stench of gunpowder and motor oil. Burnt rubber. Blood. Salt.