CHAPTER 29: Giovanni's POV
The night air was still, calm even, nothing like the storm brewing inside me. Two days stolen. Two days of not knowing if she was still alive, if she was hurt, if she was scared. Two days of replaying every decision that led to this moment.
We crouched behind the overgrown hedges flanking the west side of the abandoned building. Cracked windows, rusted metal, a collapsed fence. It looked like nothing but my Mirabella was in there. I needed to get her back, to have her in my arms.
Every inch of me was wound tight. The kind of tight that came before the storm broke. Before men bled and begged and cities burned. The kind of tight I hadn’t felt since the day I buried my sister.
Lorenzo whispered beside me, “Three guards at the front. Two in the back. Cameras wer
