The Rescue of Pietro’s Family The night was thick with tension as Jax’s convoy cut through the outskirts of Milan. Draco and a few of Jax’s most trusted men flanked the armored vehicles, every gun pointed, every eye scanning. The address Draco had hacked was precise: a rundown industrial building on the far edge of the city. The place reeked of neglect, but inside, Pietro’s wife and little girl were held in a small, dimly-lit room, fear etched in their faces. Jax’s car stopped silently a block away. He stepped out, calm and lethal, eyes cold but burning with resolve. Jax: (to Draco) “Split. You and Jeff take the east entrance. Val, with me. We go in quiet, fast, and clean. No mistakes.” Draco nodded, gripping his weapon. The building loomed ahead, shadows crawling along the walls. Ja

