Page 43 of The Price of Mercy

Julian’s body felt as though it had been put through a thousand tortures. Each movement sent jolts of pain radiating through his limbs, his ribs aching with every shallow breath. His head was heavy, the remnants of his injuries pulsing like a constant throb behind his eyes.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt whole, the last time he hadn’t been consumed by fear or pain. Even now, with Enzo’s presence a steady force beside him, Julian felt unmoored; his body battered and his mind still struggling to grasp the reality of what had just happened.

He tried to push himself up, to stand on his own, but his legs trembled beneath him, refusing to hold his weight. Before he could collapse, Enzo’s strong arm was around his waist, pulling him close, steadying him.

“I’ve got you,” Enzo murmured, his voice rough, but there was a quiet urgency behind it. His hand was warm and firm on Julian’s side, supporting him without question, without hesitation. It was everything Julian needed and more, but the relief was short-lived. His muscles screamed in protest as they slowly made their way out of the warehouse.

Enzo helped him step over the debris, guiding him through the space that had been nothing more than a cage for the past two days. Julian’s eyes flickered over the familiar surroundings. Nothing had changed, the same cold concrete floor, the same rusted metal beams above. He felt like an animal in a trap, only now, as Enzo’s arm kept him grounded, did he dare believe he was free.

But even as Enzo’s presence was a comforting weight, there was a tightness in Julian’s chest, a hollow ache that had nothing to do with the bruises or the exhaustion.

They reached the entrance of the warehouse, and for a moment, Julian hesitated. The outside world was nothing like he remembered. The air was different, fresher, sharper, but it carried with it a chill, and Julian flinched as small droplets of rain began to fall, dotting his skin with cool relief.

It was the rain. The first touch of nature he’d felt since being taken, since the darkness had swallowed him whole. He closed his eyes for a second, breathing it in, feeling the sensation of droplets on his skin like a baptism. The relief was bittersweet, the fresh air flooding his lungs like life itself.

But the moment was fleeting.

Just as Julian began to believe that the nightmare might finally be over, that he might finally be free, the sound of tires screeching on wet asphalt reached his ears. His heart lurched.No.He couldn’t be imagining this, not after everything he had endured. Not when he was so close to the edge of something resembling safety.

Enzo’s hand tightened on his arm, pulling him closer, his expression hardening as he scanned the shadows in the distance. Julian’s heart sank as black SUVs came into view, the headlights cutting through the rain as they rolled toward the warehouse. One by one, they stopped, doors swinging open, and men in dark suits poured out like wolves descending on their prey.

The blood in Julian’s veins turned to ice as he recognized them. The De Luca family. And leading them, walking with an air of authority, was Giovanni De Luca, his sharp features illuminated by the headlights. His expression was calm, eerily so, as though he had anticipated this moment, prepared for it.

“No,” Julian whispered, his voice barely a breath. He tried to pull back, tried to recoil from the sight of them, but Enzo’s hand was a vice around his waist, holding him steady.

“They found us,” Enzo growled under his breath, his gaze locked on Giovanni. There was no mistaking the fury in Enzo’s eyes, but there was something else too; a weariness, a recognition that they weren’t out of danger yet. “Stay close to me, Julian. Don’t move.”

Julian could barely process what was happening. His mind was still foggy, still reeling from everything he’d endured, but his body, his body recognized the danger instantly. Giovanni’s men were everywhere now, surrounding them like vultures, their hands resting on their weapons as they circled, cutting off any possible escape.

Giovanni’s calm smile was chilling, his eyes never leaving Enzo as he stepped forward, his polished shoes clicking against the wet concrete. “Well, well,” Giovanni said, his voice smooth, almost mockingly friendly. “It seems you’ve managed to find him, Moretti. But I’m afraid your little rescue mission has come at a very inconvenient time.”

Enzo’s jaw clenched, his grip on Julian tightening as he subtly shifted, positioning himself in front of Julian. Julian’s pulse thundered in his ears, his body frozen with a mixture of dread and disbelief. He was so close to being free. They couldn’t, they couldn’t take him again. Not now.

“Stay the hell away from him,” Enzo said, his voice low, the edge of warning clear. His hand moved subtly, reaching for the gun still strapped to his side. Julian’s breath hitched, his chest tightening with fear. He didn’t want to see more blood, didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire again.

Giovanni tilted his head slightly, as if considering Enzo’s words, before the corner of his mouth curved upward into a cruel smile. “You think I’m here to negotiate?” he asked, his voice lilting with amusement. He took another step forward, his gaze flicking to Julian, who flinched under the scrutiny. “No, no, Moretti. That time has passed.”

Julian’s heart slammed in his chest. The world felt like it was spinning out of control again, the safety he had just begun to taste slipping away like sand through his fingers. The rain fell harder, the sound of it slapping against the concrete mixing with the tension in the air, thick and palpable.

Enzo’s eyes never left Giovanni, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders like a storm cloud. “If you think I’m going to allow you to hurt him, Giovanni,” Enzo said, his voice dripping with venom, “you’re going to have to go through me first.”

Giovanni’s gaze flickered to the gun at Enzo’s side, then back to his face, his smile widening. “If that’s how it’s going to be, then so be it,” he said, his voice dark and mocking. “But I’m afraid the odds are not in your favor.”

Before Enzo could react, Giovanni raised a hand, and his men began to advance, the circle tightening.

Julian’s throat went dry. They were trapped.

Enzo’s arm was around him again, pulling him close, the strength of his grip keeping him anchored. Julian’s body was a shaking wreck, his mind racing.

What were they going to do? What could they do?

The tension in the air was suffocating, like the calm before a storm. Giovanni De Luca’s eyes glinted with malicious satisfaction as he surveyed the scene in front of him; his men closing in, weapons ready, the life of the Moretti family dangling on the edge of a knife. His lips curled into a smug smile as he met Enzo’s fierce gaze.

“You see, Moretti,” Giovanni drawled, his voice smooth as silk, “you had your chance to make a deal, but you chose to defy me. And now, well… you’re going to learn that nothing in this world is worth more than power.” He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and devoid of humor.

Enzo’s jaw clenched, his body coiled, ready to strike. His gun was drawn, his finger hovering near the trigger, but he hadn’t yet made a move. His eyes flickered to Julian, who stood trembling beside him, his body a collection of bruises and brokenness.No, Enzo thought.Not like this. Not here.

Giovanni raised a hand to signal his men, and the world seemed to hold its breath. The sound of leather gloves shifting on triggers was like the crackle of electricity in the air. The circle tightened around them; each De Luca guard poised for the kill.

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