Chapter 117

The next morning, Vincenzo woke with a singular focus: find out what happened to Fiore and make sure it never happened again. The memory of her terrified scream and the look of fear in her eyes fueled a rage within him that was hard to contain. He glanced over at Annizah and Fiore, who were still asleep, their faces peaceful despite the chaos of the night before. He quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake them, and made his way to the living room where Katana and Jae were already up, looking as concerned as he felt.

Katana was sitting at the dining table, her laptop open in front of her as she scrolled through CCTV footage from around their house. Jae stood nearby, his arms crossed and his face set in a grim expression. As Vincenzo approached, Katana looked up, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of worry and determination.

“We’ve been going through the footage,” she said, her voice low. “But there’s a problem.”

Vincenzo’s jaw tightened. “What kind of problem?”

Katana sighed, t