Orion’s POV:
Of course, even though the masked man thought my last line was aimed at him—it was truly meant for my own men.
Kenji responded immediately in my earpiece, voice sharp and steady, “Roger that. You focus on your wife.”
Zyon chimed in a second later, “I’m following the car heading out of the estate. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they’re safe.”
The static of their voices gave me just enough clarity to breathe again. Half my mind settled—my kids. At least someone was watching over them. But the rest of my soul? The half that pulsed and ached with the thought of her? That part was still choking on fire.
I glared up at Donatello Rossi, rage coiling in every fiber of my body like a loaded spring.
"You’re going to wish we never met,” I growled, taking one step forward.
But the cra
