The black SUV cut through the darkness like a predator hunting its prey. Damon’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. "Alina was out there, trapped in Victor’s grasp, but not for much longer."
The convoy carrying her was on the move. They had been tracking Victor’s men since Jaxon’s intel confirmed their route. The plan was set—"intercept, extract, eliminate."
Ethan’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Two lead cars, one in the middle with Alina, and two more trailing. That’s a lot of security.”
Damon’s jaw tightened. “Not enough to stop us.”
From the passenger seat, Nikolai loaded his gun, his expression hard. “You sure about this, boss?”
Damon’s eyes didn’t waver from the road. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Jaxon’s voice came
