I parked the car in front of the safe house, my grip tightening around the steering wheel as I stared at the darkened building. Nico had chosen well. It was remote, quiet—the kind of place where deals like this went down. Tony sat beside me, his usual calm masking the tension I knew he felt. He always kept it together, but this situation was different.
I turned to him, my voice sharp. “You have the tablet?”
Tony nodded, pulling it from his jacket. He handed it over without a word, and I glanced at the screen. The video feed was still live. Bella and Enzo, tied to their chairs, the bruises stark on their faces. The sight filled me with a sense of grim satisfaction. Leverage. Nico wasn’t going to have a choice after this.
I slipped the tablet into my inner coat pocket, feeling its weight
