During a private Bellandi welcome party, Lorenzo heard muffled cries coming from behind the family’s enormous portrait.

"They're cutting the power lines!" Dante shouted as the subterranean lights flickered and died, plunging the bunker into pitch darkness.

Emergency red backup lights clicked on, casting a eerie crimson glow across the concrete walls.

Above them, the muffled sound of heavy automatic rifle fire echoed down the service shafts as Marcus’s mercenaries breached the mansion's glass conservatory.

"Get to the top floor!" Lorenzo ordered, grabbing the ledgers and shoving them into a tactical bag. "Protect Isabella!"

Lorenzo and Dante sprinted up the narrow stone stairs, bursting through the hidden wall door into the grand foyer.

The foyer was a war zone. Glass chandeliers lay shattered across the marble floor, and heavy smoke rolled through the corridors. Marcus stood on the second-floor balcony holding an assault rifle, flanked by eight heavily armed mercenaries in black tactical gear.

"Give up the ledgers, Lorenzo!" Marcus yelled over the echo of gunfire. "You were never meant to rule this family! Victoria and I built this empire while you were mourning your dead wife!"

Lorenzo ducked behind a massive marble pillar as bullets chipped away the stone, showering white dust into the air.

"You sold your own family, Marcus!" Lorenzo shouted back, aiming his rifle around the pillar and firing three precise shots that dropped Marcus’s lead scout instantly. "You caged a three-year-old child!"

"The child was a liability!" Victoria’s voice screamed from the upper landing, shrill and crazed. "She saw us on the balcony with Elena! She had to be eliminated!"

Hearing Victoria admit to his wife's murder burned away any remaining thread of mercy inside Lorenzo’s heart.

He looked at Dante and gestured toward the main electrical breaker panel behind the foyer coat room. "Kill the estate backup grid, Dante. Give me the night."