She had left the family business years earlier after begging him to abandon the violence.
When he refused, she disappeared into another state with a new identity.
Only three people knew where she lived.
Vincent.
Marcus.
And his personal attorney.
Marcus knew.
Of course he knew.
Vincent himself had trusted him with the information.
Elena watched the realization spread across Vincent’s face.
“I heard them yesterday,” she whispered.
“They’ve already hired people to find her.”
Vincent’s breathing slowed.
Anyone who knew him expected rage.
Gunfire.
Immediate revenge.
Instead…
His face became frighteningly calm.
Because calm Vincent Torino was the most dangerous version of all.
Outside, Marcus’s phone vibrated.
“Yeah?”
He listened for several seconds.
Then smiled.
“Perfect.”
He turned toward the bedroom door.
“Our people just disabled the front gate cameras again.”
One of the men frowned.
“What if Vincent comes through the underground entrance?”
“He won’t.”
Marcus smiled wider.
