ALONZO’S POV
The streets of Nice looked the same as they always did—too polished, too smug, too unaware of the chaos unraveling beneath their tiled charm. But today, I wasn’t admiring architecture. I was stalking through alleys like a devil dressed in black, one mission in my mind:
Get Alessia back. And make whoever took her pay—in blood.
Serafina walked ahead of me, dressed in her signature leather, long coat flaring behind her like she was born from the wind and forged in war. She hadn’t said much since the message came through. And when Serafina was quiet, it meant someone was going to die.
“This is a trap,” I said, low enough for only her to hear.
She glanced sideways. “Good. Let them think I’m walking in blind.”
That was the thing about Serafina. She didn’t just walk into the fi
