Giovanni POV

The sound of footsteps dragged me out of the fog inside my head—slow, heavy, confident. Someone was coming. I forced my eyes open, every muscle in my body trembling as I pushed myself upright. My wrists were raw from the ropes, my breath shallow, my heartbeat loud enough to drown out the echo of boots approaching.

A shadow filled the doorway.

“Time to move,” the man said flatly, reaching toward me.

He thought I was weak.

He thought I was broken.

He thought Giovanni ...