Ashley’s POV
Victor DeLuca lay dead at my feet, his blood seeping into the cracks of the warehouse floor.
I should have felt relief.
But all I felt was a strange, unsettling silence.
Because I knew this wasn’t over.
Victor hadn’t been working alone.
And I needed to know why he had come after me so fiercely.
I turned to Caden, my pulse still racing. His gun was still smoking, his face carved from stone.
Luca and Roman stood a few feet away, bodies tense, scanning the room for any lingering threats.
“We need to talk,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
Caden’s eyes flicked to mine, his jaw tightening. He understood.
This wasn’t just about Victor.
This was about the DeLuca name.
And more importantly, who would come next?
Caden’s POV
Victor DeLuca.
A name that had haunte
