Ashley’s POV
The air inside the warehouse was thick with tension. My hands were still tied behind my back, but my mind was sharp, and calculating.
Victor DeLuca paced in front of me like a predator toying with its prey. His men stood in a loose formation around us, their guns ready.
“So tell me, Ashley,” Victor said, voice dripping with amusement. “Do you think he’ll come for you?”
I didn’t answer.
Because we both knew the truth.
Caden was coming.
And nothing nothing was going to stop him.
Victor smirked, stepping closer. “You know, I almost feel bad for him. He’s built his entire empire on the illusion of control. But all it takes is one weakness.”
His fingers traced the side of my face.
And I snapped.
I drove my knee straight into his gut.
The bastard grunted, stumbling back,
