As we ascended the steps and entered the building, I felt as if I had stepped into another world. The kind of world I had never known—and never expected.
Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Men in dark suits were standing in the main room, their faces unreadable. They looked like they were waiting for something.
And then, as my eyes scanned the room, I saw them.
The Viper Group.
My breath caught in my throat, my legs going weak beneath me.
The Viper Group. Marco's rival. The one he had battled for years. The group that no one crossed without paying a price. And now, here I was, in their midst, with no idea what I had just walked into.
Vito stepped forward, his presence commanding, and I followed, though every part of me screamed to run.
“You must be Celia Moretti,” a voice said from the shadows, cutting through the room.
My heart skipped a beat as the man stepped into the light. His face was cold, calculating, but there was something in his eyes that made my blood run cold.
"Welcome," he said, his smile icy. "We've been expecting you."
And in that moment, my heart raced. What had I just gotten myself into?