Chapter 8 - CROSSED LINES
Liam moved Ava into his secure compound that night. He didn't explain the threat, he just locked the doors and posted his most loyal men at the gates.
"Liam, what is happening?" Ava asked, her voice echoing in the quiet of his bedroom.
He looked at her, truly looked at her. The fierce intelligence in her eyes, the warmth that he had come to rely on to keep his sanity intact. He couldn't speak, but he reached out, touching her cheek. For the first time, she leaned into his palm.
Before the moment could settle, Liam's phone vibrated violently. A text message from an unknown number.
We have your father. The shipping yards. Come alone, or the old man burns.
Russo. It wasn't just a grab for territory anymore; it was an execution. Russo had capitalized on the internal friction between Liam and Vincent.
May you like
Liam strapped on his Kevlar. He checked his magazines. Ava grabbed his arm, her voice frantic in his mind. "You can't go alone. It's a trap."
He looked at her, kissed her forehead, and signed the only words he wanted her to know. Stay alive.
