Cole's POV
The jet touches down on Italian soil with a heavy thud, and the moment the wheels hit the ground, I shut my eyes and breathe out.
Italy
I do not wait for anyone. I stand up before the engines are even fully powered down, shrugging past and heading straight for the exit. The door opens, and warm air rushes in, thick and familiar, carrying the scent of fuel and old stone.
Raid is already waiting at the bottom.
His expression is tight. Focused. The kind of look he only wears when things have gone far past bad.
We do not speak.
We get into the car, and the door shuts with a solid sound. Raid pulls out immediately and drove off, tires grinding against the pavement as we leave the airstrip behind. The road stretches ahead of us, narrow and winding, surrounded by tall walls and
