Lorenzo’s breath hitched as the distant wail of sirens sliced through the night air. They were no longer just running from gunmen or shadows from their past—they were running from the very city itself, a world crumbling beneath the weight of its own blood and secrets. Every step Alessia took beside him echoed like a countdown to something inevitable, something deadly.
His mind refused to quiet. The cold weight of betrayal pressed down harder than the gun he kept hidden under his jacket. She was his enemy, his obsession, and possibly the reason he’d fall—or rise.
But right now, none of that mattered.
They needed a plan.
They ducked behind the rusted hull of an abandoned truck, the scent of gasoline sharp in the damp air. Alessia’s chest rose and fell rapidly; her eyes, fierce and wild,
