# SHE TOOK A BULLET FOR THE MAFIA BOSS’S TWINS — THEN HE REALIZED THE WOMAN HE HIRED WAS SENT TO SAVE HIS SOUL

When Julian got the call, Arthur Sterling watched the color drain from the boss’s face. Then, the lawyer watched Julian Calveti shatter a mahogany desk with his bare hands.

"They left the kids. They took Clara," Julian snarled, his voice vibrating with a demonic fury. "Call everyone. Empty the armory."

"Julian, it's a trap," Sterling pleaded. "Dante has fortified the meatpacking plant. He has fifty men. If you go in there—"

"I will burn Chicago to the ground!" Julian roared, grabbing Sterling by the lapels. "She is innocent! She is the only good thing left in my miserable life, and I will not let the Morettis touch a hair on her head!"

Within an hour, a convoy of black SUVs descended upon the warehouse district. Julian didn't wait for a tactical approach. He drove his armored truck straight through the steel loading doors of the Moretti warehouse.

Gunfire lit up the dark interior like a strobe light. Julian stepped out of the truck, armed with a military-grade assault rifle, and walked forward like the grim reaper incarnate. He felt no fear, only a desperate, suffocating terror that he was too late.

Deep inside the warehouse, Clara was tied to a chair, her lip split, her face bruised. Dante stood over her, laughing as the explosions rocked the building.

"He actually came," Dante smiled. "He really must love you."

Clara spat blood onto Dante's white shoes. "He's going to kill you."

The metal doors of the interrogation room were blown off their hinges. Julian stepped through the smoke, covered in blood that wasn't his, his eyes locking onto Clara. A wave of profound relief washed over his face, instantly replaced by murderous rage as he saw her battered face.