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I grinned, impressed by her quick thinking. For a second, I just stared at her, my cock hardening by the second.

“Smart. You think you can find the power switch?” I said, gathering myself as quickly as I could.

There would be time for fucking later.

“I think so,” she replied, already scanning the wall for any indication of the controls. “If I can get to the main breaker, I can shut it all down.”

“Good,” I said. “I’ll handle the men inside. You find the switch.”

She nodded again. I felt a surge of pride. This little thing was turning out to be far more than I expected.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself. “On three,” I whispered. “One… two… three.”

I kicked the door open, rushing inside. The room was filled with racks of servers and computer equipment, and three men turned in surprise at my sudden entrance. I didn’t give them a chance to react. I lunged at the nearest one, immediately tackling him to the floor.

Sofia moved swiftly, slipping past us and heading toward the back of the room where the main electrical panel was located. Icould see her hands working quickly, searching for the breaker that would kill the power.

One of the men grabbed a crowbar and swung it toward me, but I dodged, slamming my elbow into his jaw and sending him crashing into the server racks. Another came at me with a knife, but I caught his wrist, twisting it until I heard a satisfying crack. He screamed, dropping the blade.

“Sofia, now!” I shouted, struggling to keep the remaining man from reaching her.

She found the breaker and pulled it hard. The room was immediately plunged into darkness, the hum of the servers dying down in an instant. I grabbed Sofia’s hand and pulled her out of the server room, knowing that time was of the essence.

I needed to get her out of the building before it went up in flames.

My mind was racing, trying to piece together what I’d just seen. Raffaele’s men had been trying to steal sensitive data, but for what purpose? And why now, in the middle of a crowded fundraiser with so many powerful eyes watching?

As we rounded the corner back into the main hallway, I heard a commotion near the front of the ballroom. Guests were still streaming out, but a cluster of them had stopped, their attention focused on something—or someone—near the entrance.

My instincts flared, and I tightened my grip on Sofia’s hand, pulling her along with me as we pushed through the crowd until we reached the front.

I stopped cold.

Raffaele, flanked by two of his men, was guiding a tall woman through the double doors at the front of the ballroom.

Fuck. This was bad.

It was Senator Claudia Bianchi. She was the kind of high-profile target that if she went missing, it would make headlines. She and I had come together in a useful alliance a few years back and were still going strong now. What could Raffaele want with her? From the explosives to the data breach to this, my mind was reeling.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.

Sofia’s eyes widened as she followed my gaze. “We can’t let him get away.”

“Agreed,” I said, already moving toward the door.

We pushed through the remaining guests, ignoring their confused looks as we burst out of the venue’s main entrance and out into the night. The air was cooler out here. I scanned the parking area in front of the venue, searching for Raffaele. I caught sight of him hustling the senator toward a sleek black car parked near the exit.

“There!” Sofia pointed, and I nodded, pulling her along as we sprinted across the courtyard.

Raffaele was almost at the car, one of his men opening the rear door as they approached. I could hear him speaking in low, urgent tones, but I was too far away to make out the words. I picked up the pace, my heart pounding, my senses on high alert. The senator struggled in their grip, but Raffaele’s men tightened their hold, forcing her into the back seat.

We were going to be too late.

Raffaele turned his head and caught my eye, smiling like the joker who had just gotten away with murder. I narrowed my eyes, watching as he slipped into the car.

The vehicle surged forward, and I sprinted after it, but I knew it was too late. Raffaele’s face flashed in the rear window, a taunting grin on his lips. The senator, eyes wide with fear, was beside him.

There would be no catching them. Not on foot.

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