"Micah," Adam called out, offering a faint, familiar smile. But I couldn't bring myself to return it. My mind spun, completely unable to process why he was standing in the high-security medical courtyard of a Sicilian mafia compound.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, the shock stripping all warmth from my voice.

Adam’s expression shifted, his brows pulling down in genuine confusion. "I should be asking you that."

"I was kidnapped by a lunatic, sold off, and... it's a long story," I said, my words tumbling out in a bitter rush. "Ricky betrayed me, and my father turned out to be the head of a syndicate empire."

Adam looked...