LOCATION: GIANNA'S SAFEHOUSE-STATEN ISLAND
Gianna was alone, sharpening her knives. The silence was a comfort-until her phone vibrated.
unknown number.
she answered.
"Gianna Voss," a smooth male voice said. "You've made quite the career pivot-from Ricci's pet to Isabella's sword."
she didn't flinch. "who is this?".
"You can call me Costanzo. Ricci's new right hand."
A pause.
"we know where your brother is. Luca Vos. off-grid in Naples, right? funny how quite he's been all these years."
Gianna's grip tightened.
"what do you want?"
Costanzo chuckled. "come back. walk away from Isabella. or he dies."
she hung up.
LOCATION BROOKLYN- ISABELLA'S WAREHOUSE HQ
Gianna burst in, eyes blazing. "They threatened my brother."
Everyone went still.
"They want me to walk. I'm not."
Isabella stared at her.
"you sure?"
Gianna nodded once. "family doesn't fold. we fight."
Isabella didn't smile. she just walked over and put a hand on Gianna's shoulder.
"Then we burn Ricci's new hand off the map."
MEANWHILE-RICCI ESTATE
Costanzo stood over a table covered in photos-Isabella, Gianna, Domenico, and even Nico.
he circled Gianna's with a red pen.
"hit her again," he told his sniper. "if she won't break..."
he smiled darkly.
"...we'll break what she protects."