The warehouse in Queens looked exactly like what it was—abandoned, forgotten, and perfect for bad things to happen.

Aria crouched behind a shipping container, wearing all black and a bulletproof vest that felt too heavy on her shoulders.

Two hours ago, Dominic had told Marco they were moving her here at midnight. Marco had nodded, asked about security details, and left to "prep the route."

Now it was 11:47 PM, and they were about to find out whose side he was really on.

"Anything?" Dominic's ...