The beeping got faster, sharper and louder. Matteo’s eyes widened as he looked down at his wrist.
“What is that…?” Matteo asked as Lorenzo’s heart slammed hard against his ribs.
A small, deadly bomb has just been strapped to his son's wrist.
“Don’t move,” Lorenzo said, his voice low but urgent.
Marco’s footsteps kept echoing toward the exit, unhurried and unbothered because he knew exactly what would happen next.
“Time’s running out, Lorenzo,” he called casually over his shoulder.
Lorenzo ignored him, his focus locked entirely on the device. It was blinking red and counting down with three seconds between each pulse and was gradually accelerating
“Sofia, I need you now,” Lorenzo snapped into his hidden com.
“I see it,” Sofia’s voice came through after a little static, sharp and fo
