Giovanni’s POV

The men rushed toward me.

Mitchell tried to fight them off, but one of them hit her on the head with the butt of his gun. She crumpled instantly.

“Please, leave me!” I screamed, struggling, but their grip was too tight.

They were dragging me away when headlights cut through the compound—three black SUVs speeding toward us.

The cars screeched to a stop.

The moment the doors opened and Gray stepped out, everything froze.

The men holding me went pale, dropping their ...