Aliyah’s p.o.v
The cold night air was a razor against my skin, but the real cut came from the scene unfolding in front of me.
Blue and red lights painted the warehouse walls. Police sirens wailed like vultures circling a carcass. Brown Marino, for all his swagger, stood like a man backed into a corner. His grin had dimmed to a shadow, charm dripping off him but not sticking to the stone faces of the officers aiming guns at his chest.
Ottavio shifted slightly behind him, one hand near his jacket, ready to pull iron if the situation snapped. But three guns to two men wasn’t a gamble even Ottavio would win.
Eva’s voice echoed in my head: Get Brown out of trouble in the most confident way, and I bet he’s yours.
My pulse quickened, but my steps didn’t falter. I walked out of the shadows, h
