Luciano’s POV 

 I look at her—terrified but standing tall. At Alvaro—protective and furious. At Javier—already planning, already three steps ahead.

 "We don't run," I say. "We don't hide. We fight smarter."

 "How?" Amaya's hands are clenched into fists. "They know where I am. They're watching. It's only a matter of time before—"

 "Before what?" Alvaro interrupts. "Before they try to take you? Good luck with that. They'll have to go through all of us first."

 "They will," she says desperately. "Don't you see? That's exactly what they'll do. They'll hurt you to get to me."

 "Then let them try." I move toward her, gripping her shoulders. "You think we're going...