Leo’s POV
The wheels screamed against the asphalt, Matteo driving like a man possessed while Riccardo handled the comms from the passenger seat. I sat in the back, gun already in my hand, my entire body coiled so tight it felt like my bones would snap.
I knew where she was.
The moment Aria told me the details from the guard who cracked under my bullet, it all lined up. The Russians were arrogant, and arrogance always left trails. I could feel it in my chest, like fire in my blood — Isabella was there, waiting, suffering.
Every second we wasted, she was paying for it.
“Leo,” Matteo’s voice broke through my thoughts, steady but tense. “We go in smart. You lose your head, she’s the one who gets killed.”
“I don’t give a damn,” I growled, my voice shaking with rage I could barely contain.
