The cry didn’t stop; instead, it echoed through the corridor; thin, frightened, unmistakably real and it didn’t come from the child in Isabella’s arms. Almost immediately, everything snapped into place.
Lorenzo didn’t hesitate.
“Stay behind me,” he said, his voice coming low but carrying something darker beneath it now.
Not restraint or calculation, just war.
Pure war.
Then came the first shot, fired from the doorway, releasing a sharp c***k that shattered the tension into motion.
Lorenzo moved instantly.
He grabbed the man in front of him and dragged him into the line of fire just as another shot rang out. The body jerked hard, collapsing under the impact before Lorenzo dropped it and lunged forward effortlessly.
Chaos broke loose as the room erupted in confusion. More men surged
