He's at his desk, papers spread in front of him. Liam stands by the window, tablet in hand. They both look up when I enter.
"Bruno—" Pietro starts.
"Someone took Antonella."
The words hang in the air. Pietro's face goes blank. Liam's hand tightens on his tablet.
"What?" Pietro rises from his chair. "When? How?"
I throw the crumpled envelope on his desk. The ring rolls out, followed by the blood-stained fabric.
"This arrived ten minutes ago. Courier. No return address. No fucking clue who sent it."
Pietro picks up the ring. His jaw clenches.
"Liam." I wheel toward him, my voice deadly calm despite the hurricane raging inside me. "I need every camera within a mile of St. Catherine's orphanage. Every traffic cam, every security feed, every goddamn doorbell camera. I want them all. Now."
"Bruno, we need to?—"
"Three minutes." I cut Pietro off without looking at him. "You have three minutes to get me those feeds, or I start tearing this city apart building by building."
"Bruno." Pietro's hand lands on my shoulder. "Calm down. We need to think this through?—"
I turn on him so fast he steps back.
"Shut the fuck up."
The words come out low. Dangerous. I've never spoken to my brother like this. Never looked at him with this much rage burning in my eyes.
"My wife is gone. My pregnant wife. Someone took her, and they sent me her wedding ring covered in blood. So don't you dare tell me to calm down. Don't you dare tell me to think. I will burn this entire city to the ground if that's what it takes to get her back."
Pietro holds my gaze for a long moment. Then he nods.
"Liam. Get him those cameras."
Liam is already moving, fingers flying across his tablet. "I'm pulling everything now. Traffic cams, business security, residential systems. Give me two minutes."
I ask for Valentino's phone and dial the orphanage.
Sister Catherine answers on the second ring.
"St. Catherine's Home for Children, how may I?—"
"This is Bruno Sartori. Where is my wife?"
A pause. "Mr. Sartori? I... I thought she left. About an hour ago. She was sorting donations in the back room, and then she was gone. We assumed she had an appointment."
My blood runs cold.
"She didn't say goodbye? Didn't tell anyone she was leaving?"
"No, but that's not unusual. She often slips out quietly so the children don't get upset. Is something wrong?"
They didn't cause a scene.
Whoever took her did it quietly. Professionally. They got her out of that building without anyone noticing, without alerting the staff or scaring the children.
This wasn't random.