The warehouse became a war zone in seconds.

Aria rolled behind a shipping container as bullets flew overhead. The zip ties cut into her wrists, but she ignored the pain. She was alive. That was what mattered.

Around her, Vincent's men scrambled for cover. Shouts echoed through the space in English and Italian. Someone screamed. Glass shattered as windows exploded inward.

Through the chaos, she could hear Dominic's voice giving orders. Calm. Professional. Deadly.

"East entrance secured. Move ...