Alessandro's POV
The tension in my study was a living, breathing entity, coiling around us like a viper. Maps, blueprints, and photographs of the warehouse and Luke’s men were spread across the mahogany table, a silent testament to the dangerous game we were about to play. Nico and Lorenzo stood beside me, their faces grim, reflecting the weight of the task ahead.
“Aurora’s intel is solid and aligns with what we already knew about the warehouse,” I said, my voice low and intense, tracing a finger across the warehouse blueprint. “Two main entrances, both heavily guarded. We’ll use a diversion at the north entrance, while our main team breaches the west side. Speed and precision. We get in, get Sofia, and get out. Minimal engagement, minimal casualties.”
Lorenzo leaned forward, his brow f
