Asher’s POV

The weight of everything settled on me the moment the doors locked behind us. I could still feel the heat of the room we’d just escaped, the way it had pressed in on me like a second skin. The truth was out now. Every secret, every lie, laid bare in the open. And the mafia, whatever reaction they’d have, wouldn’t be silent.

Isabella paced the length of the small apartment, her arms crossed tight over her chest. She hadn’t spoken much since we arrived. Luca sat at the edge of the worn-out couch, his fingers tapping against his knee, his jaw tight.

“We need to move fast,” he...