Almeida's smile was the most terrifying thing Sienna had ever seen.

Not angry. Not cruel. Just amused. Like this was all a game he'd already won.

"Lower your weapon, Moretti," he said calmly. "You're surrounded. Outgunned. And your son is three feet away from a man who would love nothing more than an excuse to hurt him."

Sienna looked past Almeida. Saw Elena now. She was in the shadows at the back of the room, sitting in a chair. Her hands were tied behind her. Blood on her face. But alive. Alert.

And beside her, being held by one of Almeida's men, was Leo.

The little boy wasn't crying anymore....