Riccardo stepped closer to Lorenzo, his eyes serious, voice low.
"This is bigger than you think," he said. "Silver's not just in danger anymore. That boy you two adopted—he's next. Alessandra Moretti's resurfaced. And Vittorio?" He scoffed bitterly. "He's a rabid dog. And he's unleashed now."
Lorenzo didn't respond. His expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed out the window as if he hadn't even heard Riccardo's warning.
But he had.
Every word carved deeper into his silence.
Riccardo studied him. "Lorenzo... You hearing me? They'll tear through your family just to get to you. They'll make you watch."
Still nothing.
Not a blink. Not a shift in breath. Just that dangerous stillness.
Then, suddenly, Lorenzo turned.
He walked past Riccardo without a word and headed toward the elevator. Riccardo followed, confused.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
Lorenzo didn't answer. The elevator doors slid open, and he stepped inside.
Riccardo hesitated, then entered with him.
