~ Massimo ~
The phone wouldn't stop screaming.
The sound echoed off the high dining room ceiling, cutting through the heavy silence like a serrated blade.
Every eye at the table was fixed on the device in my hand.
"Massimo," my father's voice was like ice. "Who is calling you?"
I looked down at the screen. The name glowing there made my pulse spike with a different kind of adrenaline.
"It's Keith," I said, my voice tight. "The manager of the Grand Regency."
A collective breath seemed to leave the room. The Regency was the second-largest hotel in the Valentino portfolio. It was the jewel of our hospitality wing, second only to Pyramid—my own headquarters.
If that building was under threat, it wasn't just a business loss—it was a hit to our prestige.
"Why is he calling now?" Don Giacomo asked, his eyes narrowing.
"It's definitely nothing good," I muttered.
"Answer it, Mass," Aurelio urged from across the table. "Let's be sure before we start guessing."
