“Okay,” I say, turning my hand in hers. “Don’t worry. I’m right here.”
My phone pings, and I look down to check the message. It’s from Raffaele.
We’re en route with four dozen men. There’s another dozen still on the compound underAntonio’s command.
Good. Onto the next order of business.
I scroll through my contact list, and stop when I reach her name.
I growl and put my phone away without calling her. I look at Evie, who seems to be searching forreassurance from me.
But I have no f*****g clue how to give it to her.
Then the alarm goes off. It’s the keening wail of the interior security system.
Someone’s forced their way onto the compound.
“Papa!” Evie cries as the alarm keeps blaring. She runs into my arms.
I lift her up and hoist her onto my shoulder as I rush out
