Asa's POV

We had spent hours tearing through the Syndicate’s bases, leaving blood and smoke behind us, and yet — nothing. No trace of Eliana.

Every second that passed stretched out like a blade across my mind and every thought of her just stoked the fire burning in my gut.

Then Marco’s radio crackled.

“Boss.” Came the voice from one of our men. “We got a possible sighting. Says one of Alex’s boys was seen around the food stalls near 8th and Leroux. Bought a shawarma not ten ...