"Read it to me."

Sienna looked up from her phone, tears streaming down her face. "What?"

"The text from Julian." Dante's voice was cold, controlled. Like he was carved from ice. "Read it out loud."

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing mascara across her cheek. Her voice shook as she read. "They're coming for me next, Sienna. Use the beach house. Go to the old family beach house in the Hamptons. Please. Help me."

Dante's jaw clenched so hard she heard something pop. He stared out the window as Marcus navigated through side streets, the sedans finally losing ground behind them.

"Your brother," Dante said...