The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air. Smoke twisted from the wrecked shards of the club’s entrance, glass cracking beneath Luca’s boots as he pushed himself upright. His heart beat in his ribs, not fear anger.
Sofia was gone.
Marco was slumped against the overturned table, blood oozing from his shoulder wound. He was breathing, but barely. Luca knelt next to him, seizing his face crudely. “Stay with me.”
Marco coughed and groaned in pain. “They took her…”
Luca’s jaw tightened. He knew. He had watched as they dragged Sofia into that SUV, while he was pinned down in a hail of gunfire. He’d seen the Bratva soldier’s smirk before the car had sped off into the night.
Viktor wanted a war? He was about to get one.
The Hunt Begins
Elena yelled orders to their last men, securing
