Adriano
The phone buzzed across my desk, breaking the stillness of my study. I answered without hesitation.
“Boss,” came the guard’s hushed voice, “Serafina’s here… she’s with someone. Looks like—” His voice cracked. “Rafé? What the hell—”
My heart jolted, a cold spike straight to my gut. “Rafé?”
The guard sucked in a breath. “Wait—more men—coming out of the trees. Oh, s**t—”
Gunfire erupted through the line.
“What’s happening?” I barked, rising to my feet, my pulse slamming in my ears.
Chaos filled the phone — shouts, the rattle of bullets, engines roaring. Then the guard’s voice again, frantic, almost breaking. “They’ve got her! Boss—they took her!”
The line went dead.
“Fuck.”
I was already moving, chair crashing back as I tore into the hall. Rage tore through me, but
