The armored SUV raced through the darkened streets of Monte Carlo like a black shark, engines growling. Kian’s face was set in grim lines, his jaw clenched tight as he stared ahead with laser focus.
I shifted uncomfortably in the tense silence, acutely aware of the armed men surrounding us. “Where are we going?” I asked in a small voice.
Kian’s eyes sliced towards me briefly before returning to the road. “A safe house where my brother is being treated.”
My stomach twisted sickly at the implication that Luca had been so gravely injured, he couldn’t even be taken to a hospital. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the mental images of his bloodied body.
“Who did this?” I whispered, almost afraid to ask.
Kian’s knuckles went white where he gripped the steering wheel. “That’s what
