CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Antonio's POV

The warehouse is a freezing, damp hole, reeking of rust and oil. I'm crouched behind a stack of crates, my arm throbbing under the bandage from the bullet I took in Canada. My breath's shallow, heart hammering, as I watch Elena's guys-three of them, all muscle and guns-unload boxes in the dim light.

They don't know I'm here, and I need to keep it that way. Alessio and Ivy are in that safehouse, trapped, and I'm the only one who can get them out. I screwed ...