"It's the Black Blade Pack," Leandro snarled under his breath as the heavy doors of the SUVs slammed open and brutish men spilled out, blocking both ends of the road.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. "What do they want?"

Leandro let out a humorless chuckle. "You, I’d assume."

Another door creaked open, and out stepped the man I’d seen in Gosto’s office the one with a face like a battlefield. Scarred. Ruthless. He came forward, arms wide as if delivering some twisted ...