Chapter 132

• The road to Tuscany seemed endless. Every kilometer took me further from Dante and the Mancuso mansion, but closer to my goal. Revenge burned within me, fueled by the betrayal and pain I had endured for so long.
• As I drove, my thoughts swirled. The last conversation with Don Salvatore echoed in my mind. Every word, every revelation, everything mixed in a storm of emotions. He had admitted his only regret: saving me. And that only strengthened my determination to destroy everything he loved.
• I parked in front of the Contini mansion in Florence, feeling the weight of tension in the air. Heavily armed men appeared from all sides, pointing their weapons at me. With a controlled sigh, I lowered the car window, showed Diana's phone lock screen, and said firmly: