Lucian stepped on the accelerator, his eyes sharp and filled with fury. Sweat gathered on his forehead as he clenched the steering wheel tightly. He had tried calling Aurelia several times, but she wasn’t answering. Panic coursed through him — he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
How was he supposed to live with the guilt of letting her face danger alone? How would he tell Marcus what had happened if he failed to protect her?
His eyes flicked briefly to the gun on the passenger seat. The bullets inside had been meant for someone else — but not anymore.
Now, they were for whoever had dared to touch Aurelia Russo.
Tracking the location from her phone, Lucian Romano slammed his car to a stop and stepped out, gun in hand.
Then he heard it.
“Help me!”
Her voice. Trembling, terrifi
