Fabrizio’s POV
The warehouse loomed ahead, its grim silhouette cutting through the misty night air. My pulse thundered in my ears, each beat a reminder that time was running out. Tabitha was in there—I could feel it, the certainty settling deep in my bones. The men around me moved in silence, their faces hard and focused. We had one mission: get her out and leave no one alive.
Rocco stood beside me, his eyes scanning the perimeter. “We’ve got confirmation she’s in there, boss. She’s on the second floor, but there’s heavy security.”
I nodded, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Every fiber of my being wanted to storm inside and tear the place apart, but I had to play this smart. Tabitha’s life depended on it. I wasn’t going to lose her. Not now. Not after everything.
“Make it quick,” I or
