Asa's POV

“Faster.” I barked and Marco floored the accelerator without hesitation. The car lurched forward, the engine snarling like a beast unleashed. The men in the other SUVs followed instantly, engines echoing in perfect coordination.

We were moving like a small army.

When we finally turned into her street, I saw the front door of her boutique was cracked open, swinging slightly in the evening breeze.

“Here.”

Marco braked hard and the convoy behind us screeched to a halt in ...