The fire burned brighter in Adrian Costa’s eyes than the flames devouring the enemy's safehouse. Valentina stood behind him, her arms crossed, eyes reflecting the chaos. She’d seen his anger before but never like this.
Smoke curled into the sky like dark fingers clawing at the heavens. The men responsible for the hit on her were either dead or begging for it. Adrian had made a vow: anyone who laid a hand on Valentina would suffer the wrath of a man who’d already lost everything once.
He wasn’t about to lose again.
Valentina should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. Watching him now, unhinged, unrelenting sparked something new inside her. Fear didn’t live here anymore. It had died the night she picked up a gun and chose to survive.
"Get him up," Adrian barked. Two of his guards hoisted a
