(Armando’s POV)
The ocean roared beneath us, the speedboat slicing through the choppy waves as my me prepared for what was likely a suicide mission because we were unsure how many men were with Ferro on the island. The salt spray clung to my skin, but it couldn’t wash away the weight crushing my chest. I couldn’t just get the face of Olivia out of my mind. My chest heaved and I really hated this feeling so much and really wished I would never feel this way.
Olivia was out there, trapped in the clutches of a monster. Every second that passed felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I knew Ferro and I knew he was. Ruthless son of a b***h and I swore that if I see just a scratch on Olivia’s body, I would rip him apart and feed his balls to the vultures.
Dominic’s voice crackled over the heads
