(Armando’s POV)
The night air was dense with tension, the faint scent of smoke and damp earth clinging to my senses as my men and I approached Isabella’s estate after my men gave me the intel that Olivia was here. The quiet was deceptive, the kind that screamed danger, as if the shadows themselves were waiting to strike. I couldn’t get the thought of Olivia off my mind.
“Stay sharp,” I ordered, my voice low but commanding. My grip tightened around my pistol, my eyes scanning every corner for movement.
Then I saw her.
Olivia burst through the front door, her figure illuminated by the pale moonlight. Her breaths were ragged, her dress torn at the hem, and her eyes wild with fear. Behind her, the masked attackers emerged, their steps deliberate, their weapon raised.
Rage ignited in my ch
