CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ivy's POV

The SUV roars down the highway, the black van's headlights glaring in the rearview mirror like angry eyes. My heart's pounding so hard I can barely breathe, my hands gripping the backup drive from Russo Enterprises like it's the only thing keeping me grounded.

Alessio's driving, his knuckles white on the wheel, his jaw set as he weaves through traffic. The twins are at the safehouse, and Marco's last call-someone tripping the alarm-has me seeing Michael and ...