God help anyone who forgot that distinction. The guard's jaw tightened then, wisely, he stepped aside.
She grabbed her car keys and left the house. Outside, the estate gates opened for her, men watching as she drove through, probably all wondering whether they were about to lose their jobs, their lives, or both when Luca found out.
The drive to the police precinct felt endless. Her fingers tightened around the wheel. By the time she parked outside the precinct, her heart was hammering against her ribs. Police cars lined the curb. Officers moved in and out.
She sat for one second longer.
Breathe.
Do not mess this up.
If this was the only thing she could do to help the famiglia, she would do it. Gladly. Anything to keep her family safe. Anything to pull attention where Luca needed it. Anything to make sure Val, Matteo, Marco and every person under their name survived whatever came next.
