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She takes a step closer, ignoring the guns still raised around us. “Walk away,” she tells him. “Disband your operation. Step down quietly. Avoid serving a life sentence in federal prison.”

Luca’s amusement flickers, something dark settling behind his eyes. “And if I don’t?”

Rose doesn’t blink. “Then you go down for everything,” she says. “I have evidence of your crimes spanning nearly twenty years. Money laundering, arms dealing, drug trafficking, human trafficking. I have names, locations, and financial records. I have enough to bury you so deep in the system you won’t see daylight again.”

Luca stares at her for a moment before shaking his head, exhaling slowly like she’s an annoyance rather than a threat. “I don’t think you understand how this works, querida.”

Then, without missing a beat, he snaps his fingers.

His men move instantly—one lunges at Rose, another draws a gun. She twists, disarming the first man with practiced ease, her elbow smashing into his jaw before his body hits the ground.

A second later, Rick fires a warning shot. Where did he get the gun from? The gunshot sends the other man stumbling back.

The room is on the edge of chaos, tension coiled so tight it could snap at any second.

But all I can think about is my daughters. Getting to them before Luca does.

Not about Rose’s deception. Not about the three men I love, standing rigid with barely restrained fury. Not even about Luca’s threats.

Just my girls.

I need to reach them. Now.

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RICK

The gallery erupts into chaos.Gunfire tears through the air. Glass shatters. People scream. But all I see is her.

Elena. Not Evie. Elena Delgado. Wife to a mafia boss. A woman who has been running from a past she never told us about. A woman I love anyway.

It’s a hard pill to swallow. But there’s no time for that now. Right now, survival is all that matters.

Through The Den’s back door, I hear Teller mobilizing the Black Wolves. “Hold the line! They don’t get through to her!”

Luca’s men are swarming in, Death’s Head riding backup, sealing off the exits. This was a setup. They never intended to negotiate. They were always going to take her back by force.

I duck behind the counter as bullets rip through the walls. Zane and Chase are already firing back and covering the exits. Rose is shouting into her radio, relaying tactical movements. But my focus is on Elena—Evie—who’s already moving.

She’s running for her bike.

“Evie!” I call out, but she doesn’t stop. She knows what she has to do.

Get to the girls before Luca does.

I fire rounds, covering her as she jumps onto her bike, her body low and hands steady on the grips. Chase and Zane flank her, providing cover fire.

She moves like she was born for this.

Just how much of her life has been spent running?

She revs the engine. Her eyes lock onto mine for just a second.

Then she’s gone. Speeding toward the school. Toward our daughters.

“Rick, we need to move!” Chase yells, snapping me back to reality.

Death’s Head is pushing forward. Too many of them. More bikes block the road. The Black Wolves are holding them back, but we’re running out of time.

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