Asher’s POV

Gunfire erupted the moment I stormed into the building with Luca and Marcus. The scent of gunpowder and blood filled the air, mixing with the sharp cries of men dropping to the floor.

My heart pounded, but I barely registered the chaos. My mind had only one thought: Ivy.

I scanned the dimly lit warehouse frantically, my pulse hammering in my ears. My grip tightened around my gun as I pushed forward, ducking behind a stack of crates.

Then, through the haze of bullets and bodies, I saw her.

Ivy.

She stood near the back of the room, bound and struggling, her dark hair wild, her face pale....