Vittorio POV: At The Back Of The Restaurant Where Kat Was Kidnapped..
Scarface didn’t get far.
Luce slammed him face-first into the pavement outside the restaurant kitchen, gun still hot in her grip. Blood poured from his leg where Katarina’s bullet had kissed him good. He screamed like a stuck pig.
“Quit crying,” she snapped. “It’s just a hole in your meat.”
I wheeled out the back door—not because I needed to, but because the act still served me. Ghost was already flanking the French Minister, guiding him to the armored car out front.
“Get the minister to his ride,” I barked. “He lives.”
Ghost gave a sharp nod. “Understood.”
Luce tightened her grip on Scarface’s collar, dragging him toward the car like he weighed nothing. I followed with eyes like knives.
“Check his leg,” I growl
