I text the address of the penthouse to Bruno and make my way down on the elevator. Just as I step out of the building and head toward the last SUV with its lone driver, four more SUVs pull up. Dominic works fast. One circles around ahead of us, and my driver follows while the other three tail us.

Those men weren’t cops or any arm of any legal establishment. They were Lucien Russo’s men. Or at least men Russo most likely borrowed from one of his associates. It was done to distract us. To separate us. He couldn’t kill us outright. Not so publicly.

Vittoria’s panicked words repeat in my head, her worried face swimming before my eyes.

They’re going to kill him.

They’re going to try. I know that.

I grit my teeth. At least Dominic with all this contacts in the city was able to learn where the entourage was headed. We ride fast to the location my brother has been taken to. I don’t let myself think about being too late. I can’t.

Over an hour later as we slow to enter the lot of the abandoned meat processing plant, I get a text from Dominic telling me to stay put. I watch as men dressed much like those who filed into the top floor of Russo Properties & Holdings to take my brother stalk close to the wall toward two separate entrances.

I don’t want to stay put. I want to be there. I want to put a fucking bullet into every one of the bastards who grabbed my brother.

I take my gun out of its holster and climb out of the vehicle. My driver does the same. Neither of us is wearing protective gear while Dominic’s men came dressed for war.

On the command of the one in charge, the men stream into the building. I expect to hear gunfire, but it’s quiet. I hurry toward the entrance and see why. Lucien’s men are easily outnumbered and clearly taken by surprise. Their weapons are not ready and gear is discarded as they sit laughing and talking in a language I don’t understand, but it sounds Eastern European mixed with Russian. Vests with SWAT typed out on them lie haphazard on the floor. This is not an organized operation.

Dominic’s men round them up, only two shots fired with silencers in place as others are knocked to the ground and driven to their knees.