Get in. Get Danica. Get out.
But simple didn’t mean easy.
The room was tense, filled with the hum of preparation, determination, and something far deadlier—revenge.
Isla Calloway stood at the center, her hands pressed against the blueprints of the warehouse where her father was keeping Danica.
Her father had made his move.
Now, it was her turn.
Lucas Reyes sat across from her, his injured side bandaged but still burning as he loaded his gun.
Catherine Calloway leaned against the table, watching them with quiet amusement.
"You’re both so serious," Catherine mused. "Anyone would think you’re walking into a trap."
Lucas snorted. "We are."
Isla ignored them.
Her mind was on Danica.
On the friend who had been by her side for years.
She had already lost too much because of her fathe
