Noa’s breath slammed out of him like he’d been punched in the gut. His head spun, his ribs crushed under the weight of Luca’s words, his pulse roaring in his ears so loud he almost missed Alessio’s voice breaking beside him.

“Ivy’s with Eve?”

Luca’s answer was a sharp, bitter breath. “Yeah, boss. They’re moving toward the docks. Fast.”

Noa’s stomach flipped, panic crashing through him like a freight train. “No, no, that’s not right Ivy would never”

“She already ...