HENRY POV
The second Dax cut the engine, we both ducked low in our seats, glancing up just enough to scan the street. The narrow, dimly lit block looked almost peaceful in the morning light. Almost. But I knew better. Steve Caputo’s car wasn’t visible, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nearby. The man was like a shadow—always lurking, always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The kind of threat you couldn’t ignore, no matter how quiet things seemed.
“Let’s go,” Dax muttered, his voice tight. He opened the door carefully, the soft click barely audible. I followed his lead, keeping my movements deliberate and quiet as we slid out of the car. The cool air hit me, sharp against my skin, but I barely noticed. My focus was on the black SUV parked two spots down—the one where Hunter and S
