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“We meet the contact. We drop her. And we get the fuck out.”

A contact.

Not Mason.

Not my people.

I’m fucked.

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We don’t have a lead. Not a single goddamn clue where she is or who’s holding her.

The only thing I have is a gut-wrenching truth that settles in my chest like a lead weight:Shelby has been taken.

Kanyan orders a meeting in the war room.

Because that’s who Kanyan De Scarzi is. A leader. A king among wolves.

The kind of man you’d follow into battle without question, without doubt, because you know he’ll get you out—or die trying.

He doesn’t deal in emotions or uncertainty. He deals in action, in control.

And when he commands, you move.

I don’t ask questions.

Imove.

We meet in the basement of Scar Gatti’s home—the most secure, impenetrable location in this godforsaken city.

This is where our most sacred meetings take place, where whispered threats settle heavy in the air alongside blood oaths and unspoken alliances.

This is where men decide fates, where kingdoms are either fortified or burned to ash.

This is the place where Scar reigns.

Where his word is final.

Where the future of the Gatti empire is carved into stone.

Scar has spent years trying to separate business from home, building an invisible wall between the bloodstained world we rule and the life he has painstakingly built with his wife, Allegra Marone.

Allegra.

The only daughter of mafia scion Pietro Marone. A woman born into power but shielded from the brutality that forged it.

She was never meant to inherit her father’s world.

Never meant to bear the weight of his empire.

Pietro kept her tucked away, protected, untouched by the bloodshed that lined the streets with bodies.

She was meant for something softer, something distant from the underworld Scar calls home.

Their marriage was never supposed to be more than an alliance.

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