Fabrizio’s POV
The city lights blurred past as I drove, each mile pulling us closer to the inevitable showdown. Beside me, Tabitha sat in silent determination, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, fingers steady on the pistol I’d given her. She was ready, more than I had ever seen her. The night held a quiet promise—vengeance.
As we approached the industrial district, I felt the familiar surge of adrenaline, my mind sharp, senses on high alert. The Castellanos had always been one step behind, but tonight, we were finally taking back the reins. They’d made a critical error when they came after Tabitha, thinking they could weaken me by targeting her. Instead, they had created an unstoppable force.
I pulled into the alleyway just as Rocco’s car arrived. He stepped out, a faint nod of acknowle
