LEO'S POV
I gripped the steering wheel hard enough to leave marks, my knuckles white as I drove away from the safe house. Away from Alessia. The look on her face when I'd walked out leaving her hurt, angry, desperate to help, it was burned into my mind like a brand.
But she'd be safer there. Away from the bloodshed that was coming.
My phone buzzed on the dashboard, Uncle Petrov's name flashing across the screen. I answered on speaker, my jaw already clenched.
"Dear nephew." His gravelly voice filled the car, thick with his Russian accent. "I assume you've heard about the hospital."
"I'm on my way there now." My voice came out flat and controlled, even though rage simmered beneath the surface like molten lava.
"Someone tampered with security last night and tried to get to your mother.
