Eliana's POV
I didn't respond, not a word, not a glance. I simply turned away and walked out.
The sound of the door closing behind me felt final, like something had been decided without my permission. Or worse… like my opinion had never mattered in the first place.
Good. Let them think that. Let Don think that.
Because while he was busy arranging pieces on his board, I was already moving mine.
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The day came faster than I expected.
Or maybe I just hadn't been sleeping enough to notice time properly anymore.
Don's men were already gathered outside the estate. Armed. Uniformed. Masked.
A quiet, disciplined line of shadows waiting for orders that didn't need repeating twice.
And at the center of it all stood Don. He stood like he always did when control mattered most. Composed, unbothered and dangerously calm.
A set of black gloves rested in his hand as he handed out masks one by one, his voice steady as he spoke to them.
