Lucas

“We strike tonight. No hesitation.”

My voice cut through the smoke-filled room like a blade. No one moved. My men stood around the table, eyes sharp, waiting. The map of the city was spread wide beneath my hands, pins marking safe houses, warehouses, the choke points of my brother’s empire. Matteo thought he was clever—snatching Eleanor, leaving her bleeding trail as bait. But bait only worked if the prey was desperate.

I wasn’t prey. I was the goddamn ...