The door shoots open while the whole area was surrounded by non-stop firing, making Elena shiver. A sighed in relief after looking at her husband.The door exploded inward with a thunderous crack, splinters flying. Dust and smoke rolled through the doorway like a wave. Devis didn’t flinch. But his men did—guns raised, shouts barked.And out of the smoke came Vincenzo.Black coat. Black shirt. Eyes like gunmetal. And a pistol in his hand, steady as death.“Let her go.” he said, his voice a growl edged with steel.The two guards hesitated.Devis didn’t.He raised a hand—calm, like a man conducting a meeting rather than a hostage standoff.“Son,” he said, voice smooth."Lower the gun. This doesn’t have to end in blood.”Vincenzo moved slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on Elena. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. She lifted her head slightly at the sound of his voice — hope flickering behind bruised lids.“You chained my wife.”Vincenzo said.“Fucking drugged her. Hurt her an
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