The office was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the walls and settled in your bones. Maps, routes, contingencies—every detail of tomorrow’s run laid bare on the table. Luca’s voice was low, steady, as he pointed out a weak spot in the perimeter. Matteo leaned in, nodding, while Salvatore scribbled notes with the precision of a man who didn’t like surprises.
My VP glanced at me, waiting for the final call. I was just about to give it when the sound shattered the calm.
A scream.
High. Piercing. Desperate.
Kat.
I was out of the room before the others even stood. Her voice cut through me like a blade, and instinct took over. I didn’t care about protocol, didn’t care that Luca was behind me, or that her brothers were close on my heels. I cared that she was in pain.
I reached her
