ANTONIO POV

A year had passed since the wedding, and I had learned, in that time, that nothing in my entire life — not the warehouses, not the territories, not the empire I'd built brick by bloody brick out of an inheritance that should have been mine from the start — had prepared me for the sound of my wife screaming in pain in the back of a car racing toward the hospital at two in the morning.

"Drive faster, Carlos."

"I'm driving as fast as the law allows, boss."

"I don't care about the law right now."

Amy gripped my hand hard enough to bruise, breathing through gritted teeth...