The night had never felt so still.
Not even the trees dared to rustle as Enzo and Amelia stood outside the safe house, the air electric with anticipation. The stars overhead blinked like distant warnings, and yet Amelia’s fingers remained locked with his — a silent vow, unspoken yet understood.
He glanced at her one last time, his jaw clenched tight. “This is your last chance, Amelia. You don’t have to do this.”
But she didn’t let go. “I do. I’m not watching you walk into hell alone.”
A flash of something raw flickered in his eyes — pride, fear, and an emotion so tender it almost undid her.
Enzo exhaled deeply. “Then stay close. And follow my lead.”
They moved through the shadows, slipping into the armored SUV Enzo had waiting nearby. Two of his men were in the front — Matteo and Nic
