THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME
The tires screamed as Luca sped off, the engine roaring like a beast unleashed.
The warehouse smelled of sweat, iron, smoke, and death.
Bodies littered the ground, strewn like broken dolls. Mikael’s men hadn’t stood a chance against the tidal wave that was Luca’s fury. Avancii’s men had descended like shadows, merciless, clinical. Gunfire still echoed from outside, where a city-wide war had begun.
But Luca didn’t care about the battlefield.
His eyes were locked on her.
Maria.
She was slumped against a wall, her face streaked with blood and sweat, her breath coming in broken gasps. Her gown was soaked red, clinging to her body. Blood painted her legs, her stomach, her hands. And beside her—
Bab Populer