My stomach twists.Hopefully that means Romero and Marco have been successful with extracting Gianna.“Hold them off! No! Pull everyone back to—”Whatever’s said next makes him fall silent, recoiling as if he’s been shot right in the chest. His mouth drops open but no sound comes out of him. I pray
Aurora POVThe man’s grip is crushing my arm as he squeezes to keep hold of me, fingers digging so deep I know there’ll be bruises later of his handprint. I thrash wildly, screaming at the top of my lungs, but it’s useless.“Let me go!” I shriek, kicking out while my shoes scrape uselessly against t
Aurora POVThe sound of gunfire is deafening.It’s not like in the movies where it’s a few quick cracks and it’s over. Reality is sharp cracks that reverberate through the air, each one punctuated by shouts and the crash of overturned tables. The metallic stench of blood already clinging to my throa
The hostess smiled too brightly as they approached. “Hello! You must be Mr. Guerrero. Right this way. Mr. Volkov is expecting you.”Dominic’s jaw twitched at the sound of that but he kept his expression smooth as they followed her through the pristine dining room. Every detail was designed to impres
Dominic POVThe coordinates come in early the next morning.It took barely an hour for calls to be made and men to be positioned before they were ready to head out. A sizable task executed almost seamlessly—a good sign for the end of this endeavor.Now, hours later, they were on their way to the loc
Aurora POVI’m sitting cross-legged on the couch, my phone resting like a live grenade on my knee.Dominic leans against the wall near the window, arms folded over his chest while looking like a stoic silhouette in the gray morning light. Romero is seated on the armchair opposite me, his own phone i