Noa’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. His whole body trembled, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon with his ribs caved in. The alley spun around him, the echo of Alessio’s heartbeat or maybe the absence of it roaring in his skull. Luca’s grip on his shoulders grounded him, but just barely.

The text messages burned into his vision, impossible to unsee.

One down. One to go.

Your brother’s next.

Tick tock, angel.

It was a trap. It had always been a trap. Dominik didn’t ...