VINCENTThe night pressed down heavy and silent as I pulled up outside the old Greco hideout. The air reeked of rust and gasoline. A few cars were parked outside strange ones. My gut twisted, but I didn’t have time to care who they belonged to.My mind was on one thing Isabella and her daughter. Nothing else mattered.“Move in,” I ordered, pushing the door open. My men fanned out behind me, boots crunching on gravel. Inside, darkness swallowed everything. The place smelled of mold and old secrets.And then I froze.Standing in the middle of the room, calm as ever, was the one man I never thought I’d see again.Damian.My chest tightened, rage burning through my veins. Four years. Four damn years, and he was still breathing.He turned, his lips curling in a cold smirk. “Didn’t expect to see me, Vincent?”Before I could answer, a woman’s voice sliced through the tension. “Ooh, how touching,” Valentina said, stepping out of the shadows in her black dress, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I
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