The rain came harder now, a torrential curtain that blurred the world into gray and black.
Valentina leaned against the car, cold water soaking her hair and clothes, but she didn’t move. The adrenaline hadn’t worn off yet; it thrummed under her skin, sharp and restless.
Adrian barked orders to Matteo, voice clipped and cold. Reinforcements would clean up the mess they left. Their message had been delivered. But it wasn’t enough.
Not yet.
Adrian’s gaze caught hers across the distance. Something in his expression was almost feral, an acknowledgment that tonight was only the beginning.
He strode to her side, rain dripping from his jacket.
“We need to move,” he said.
Valentina nodded, sliding into the passenger seat without a word.
The car peeled away from the curb, cutting through the
