"It's the Black Blade Pack," Leandro snarled under his breath as the heavy doors of the SUVs slammed open and brutish men spilled out, blocking both ends of the road.
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. "What do they want?"
Leandro let out a humorless chuckle. "You, I’d assume."
Another door creaked open, and out stepped the man I’d seen in Gosto’s office the one with a face like a battlefield. Scarred. Ruthless. He came forward, arms wide as if delivering some twisted sermon.
"There’s no need for blood today," he called out with a wolfish grin that never touched his eyes. "Hand over the girl, and the rest of you can walk away."
Leandro was out of the car in a blink, slamming the door shut behind him like a shield. "Have you lost your f*****g mind, Beta Flavio? You’re lay
