Luca barked orders. Phones lit up. Locations were pulled from traffic cams, private toll feeds, bribes, favors. The city began tightening like a fist.Mark didn’t wait for reports.He walked.Not fast. Not frantic.Controlled.Which was worse.Within minutes, the war room was alive with static and screens.“Black SUV flagged near the industrial district,” Luca said, eyes flicking between monitors. “Plates swapped twice.”“Thermal?” Mark asked.“Spotty.”“Drones?”“En route.”Mark didn’t sit.He removed his jacket slowly and laid it over the back of a chair like he was preparing for dinner instead of violence.“She’s conscious,” he said.Luca looked up. “You don’t know that.”Mark’s jaw tightened.“I do.”Ethan had made one mistake.He believed this was about possession.Mark knew it wasn’t.It was about protection.And there was nothing more dangerous than a man protecting the one person who could ruin him.They moved out in three SUVs.No sirens.No wasted fuel.Mark sat in the front
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