Valeria

Salvatore’s men were already cornered by Dante’s people, pushed against the walls with no way out. I stayed low behind Nico because I knew I was a target and one wrong move could end everything. My chest was tight and my mind refused to calm down.

“Where’s Salvatore?” I asked Nico as we stepped deeper inside.

He pointed toward the front. Salvatore was kneeling on the floor, with his hands tied behind him and two of Dante’s men holding him steady. His clothes were ...