Marco's POV
I struggled to contain the seething anger within me, but it consumed me nonetheless. The Russos. They were behind the restaurant shooting, I knew it without a doubt. My family and theirs had battled for control of this city for as long as memory serves. They'd seize any opportunity to strike at us, and I'd do the same in return.
" But how did they know I'd be there?" I muttered to myself, glancing at Emily, trembling beside me.
I immediately pulled her close, whispering, "I've got you... I've got you."
Stroking her hair, I tried to calm her, signalling the driver to hasten to her apartment. I needed to get her home, to safety, and it pained me to see her endure this.
The car screeched to a halt outside her building, the sound piercing the quiet street. My grip tightened on
