Luca appears at the bottom of the stairs, confusion written on his face. “Don?”
“I need a security team at Amelia’s,” I order without stopping, knowing he’ll get it done.
Stefano steps out of the side room.
One look at my face, and every trace of humor leaves him.
“What happened?”
“Fire at the sanctuary.”
His eyes harden as he falls into step beside me.
Outside, Spike, Tank, and Foster are already straddling their bikes.
I curse under my breath.
Mine’s in the garage.
“Here,” Tank says, swinging off his bike without hesitation. “Take mine. I’ll ride with Stefano.”
I don’t waste a second as I accept his offer.
I take the bike, throw my leg over, and start the engine.
For one breath, Amelia’s scream tries to take me under.
Fire.
Help me.
My hands tighten around the grips.
No.
Panic won’t help her.
Fear won’t get me there faster.
I force one breath into my lungs.
Then another.
I reach for the part of me men fear.
TheDon.
The man who doesn’t shake.
The man who doesn’t hesitate.
The man who can walk into blood, fire, and war, and still give the order that saves lives.
My heart slows.
My mind clears.
Everything narrows to one purpose.
