𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
I never thought my world would crumble at the hands of a man like Alessandro Rossi-a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 draped in silk suits and ruthlessness. One moment, I was Yasenia Fraga, daughter of the...
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Andrea and the boys rolled into the warehouse, catching me mid-drag on a cigarette. "I thought you quit smoking," he muttered as he eyed the cigarette in my hand.
I shrugged, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Thought I did too." I tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but truth was, I was fucking fuming. The kind of anger that gnawed at you from the inside, slowly consuming any pretense of calm. I was fucking burning with fury, trying to rein it in, but it was a battle I was quickly losing.
Luca caught on to my mood within seconds. He leaned against a stack of crates, arms crossed, studying me. "What's wrong?"
I let out a frustrated sigh, or maybe more of a growl, and flicked the cigarette to the ground. "It's Diego," I said. "He's been getting cozy with Bailey and the Armenians. We've got reason to believe he had a hand in the failed heist."
Luca's expression took a wild shift from concern to outright shock, his blue eyes blown wide. "What the hell? Are you fucking serious?"
I didn't get a chance to offer an answer. Tires screeched loudly just outside the warehouse as a car pulled up, immediately laying down gunfire. Instinct kicked in—I lunged toward Luca, throwing myself over him to shield him from the bullets.
"Get the fuck down!" I roared, pulling out my own gun in one swift motion. The bullets kept raining down, relentless, pinging off metal and shattering glass around us. Whoever they were, they knew exactly what they were doing.
The boys scrambled for cover, diving behind crates, boxes, anything that could shield them from the onslaught. I could hear Sonny yelling from across the room. "Who the hell are these fuckers?"
It didn't take long to figure out. "They're Bailey's men!" I shouted back, crouching low as I fired off a few rounds. "We're outnumbered. They've got us pinned!"
Just as I finished the sentence, a bullet whizzed by and struck Miguel. He went down hard, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow down. I damn near froze when I saw him clutch his side, blood pouring between his fingers.
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, shoving Luca further behind the crates. I sprinted toward Miguel, my feet pounding against the concrete floor. "Stay with me!" I shouted, dropping down beside him.
Miguel's face was pale, and his breathing was ragged, but he gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain. "I'm fine," he groaned, his voice strained. "But they're not stopping."
I ripped a piece of cloth from my shirt and pressed it against his wound, trying to stem the bleeding. I was so fucking furious. "You're not dying on me, you hear? Not today."
Miguel gave a weak chuckle, wincing as he tightened his grip on the cloth. "I'll try to avoid it."
But the gunfire kept coming. The sound was deafening, and it felt like those bastards were multiplying. I looked up and saw the boys fighting back, returning fire with everything they had, but it wasn't enough. We were pinned, outnumbered, and quickly running out of time.
