Too blind to see

Back at Roberto's penthouse, the tension is palpable.

He's made his millions in blood and cocaine, but there's no satisfaction in it now.

The taste of Bella's silence after their conversation lingers, and he can't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him.

She knows what he needs, knows how to lure him back into her web.

The question is, does he want to be lured?

He stands in front of the expansive window once again, staring out at the city, his thoughts a tangled mess. He knows that Bella is questioning him, and that her father's patience is wearing thin.

But it's Sofia's calls that keep pulling him back into the chaos.

He answers one of her calls, his hand shaking slightly as he presses the phone to his ear.

"Roberto," Sofia's voice purrs, dripping with both hunger and malice.

Sofia's voice echoes in his mind, sharp, seductive, the kind that always seems to break through the fog of his thoughts.

"I think we need to talk. There are, developments. Things are shifting. You need to act quickly."

Roberto's mind sharpens.

Sofia is never vague.

She's always two steps ahead, and she always has the inside track on things.

But there's something about her that unsettles him.

Her beauty is intoxicating, but it's her ambition that keeps him intrigued and wary.

He knows she's using him, but in the world they inhabit, being used can sometimes be a luxury.

"What's going on?" he asks, his voice low, focused.

"It's your wife," she replies, her tone smooth but laced with something darker.

"She's talking to her father. I overheard a conversation.

They're planning something.

"Your little empire is about to fall apart, Roberto. The walls are closing in."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut.

His hand grips the phone tighter.

"How much does she know?"

Sofia's laugh is rich with dark satisfaction.

"Enough to make her dangerous. Enough to make her father dangerous. You've started a war, my dear, and you're too blind to see it."