The woods were alive with fury.
Flashes of light split the darkness, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire. The Rossi guards weren’t searching anymore. They were hunting.
Adriana pressed against the cold stone wall, her chest heaving, her bloodied hands trembling in Damian’s grasp. His eyes were narrowed, calculating, scanning the treeline like a predator scenting prey.
“They’re closing in,” she whispered.
“I know.” His voice was steady, lethal calm. “We move now, or we’re caged.”
A beam of light swept past, grazing their cover. Adriana’s pulse spiked. She could almost feel the Rossi guards’ breath, hear the muttered orders: Find them. Kill him. Bring her back alive.
Alive. The word turned her stomach. Alive didn’t mean safe. Alive meant caged, paraded before Enzo as the family’s sh
