The Mafia's desire

st a broken stone wall, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her chest heaved, ev

ilk and lethal precision. His pistol was raised

e emerged from

lickering light of the fires. The face was familiar-Ad

muttered, his vo

Vincent was-but the way Adrian's jaw tighte

ian Romano. Still playing the hero?" His voice

around his pistol. "Yo

sed. His men emerged from the shadows behin

ain. She pressed herself closer to Adrian, hear

d, eyes locked on Vincen

lying from the stone path. Adrian's reflexes were instantaneous-he pivo

shielded her. The man beside him went down with a clean shot

rp sound. "You always were f

to Sophia. "Stay beh

anted to disappear, but she couldn't

ency, each shot calculated, taking down attackers one by one. But Vincent

, Sophia noticed a flicker of something darker-rage, vengeance, h

art pounded

Vincent, every muscle coiled, every movement c

"Time's up," he said, smi

er tightened

ng dirt, shards of stone, and fire into the air. Sophia screamed,

e cleared, Vi

ws, calculating. His face was a

t him, trembling.

e was fixed on the treeline, every sense

ank. She knew

the shadows,

rapped, cornered, wi