Dante’s POV

The bullet pierces through the atmosphere. The scream is ear-shattering. A body slams against the porch. Then—chaos. The glass explodes. The front door swings open in reaction to a second, or third kick. Flashing through the opening are shots in a rapid-fire sequence. I grab Lia, pushing her and Luca toward the hall. "Get to the basement!" She freezes—just for an instant. But no time to fear, no time to hesitate. "Now!" I command. She swallows hard, holds Luca to her body, ...