The night bled into the cracked concrete roads as Drake’s remaining men staggered through the shadows. They were beaten, shaken, and dragging behind them the weight of another failed mission. Blood soaked through the shirt of the man Gianna had shot, his breaths reduced to shallow, choking gasps.

“We can’t… we can’t go to a hospital…” he wheezed, knees buckling. “The boss needs to know. Morelli’s not… not going to stop here.”

“Shut up and move!” Enzo snapped, half ...