“I am, Papa. I swear I am. But the shooting is getting closer to my house.” Just hearing her fear gave me an overwhelming feeling of helplessness I couldn’t stomach. I should have been there to protect her and the rest of my family—as I should have been there to protect Nova. Instead, all I was able to do was stand there and listen.

My own phone went off in my hand, and I didn’t even look to see who it was before answering. “Yeah?”

“Bain O’Farrell took Ciana.” Jet was breathing hard, as if he’d been running, and the gunfire I heard from Zio’s speaker echoed through my receiver. “I took Felicity to the safe room. Samara was already there, but when I realized Ciana and Scarlett weren’t, I went back for them. He took her…”

“And?” I could hear the hesitation in his voice and knew there was something bad he wasn’t telling me.

“Vito and Bennie were with them. Vito took one to the leg when he tried to stop Bain. Bennie has two in his left shoulder. Scarlett is trying to stop the bleeding and the ambulance is on its way, but I think the bullet nicked an artery.”

White-hot rage washed through my veins. Was there no end to the pain these people wanted to inflict upon me? First, taking Nova from me and torturing my pregnant cousin. Now, they stole Ciana away and tried to kill two more of my family.

My gaze went to Zio, who had taken Zariah off speaker and was trying to keep her calm. He had no idea what was going on with three of his other children, and I didn’t want to be the one to tell him. “We will be in the air within the hour,” I told Jet. “Once the house is clear, take Felicity, Samara, and Zariah to Zia Victoria’s. They should be safe there.”

“Fuck this shit,” he growled. “No one is safe anywhere right now. This place was practically a fortress, and they walked in like it was nothing. It took less than five minutes for them to drop most of the guards and just walk out of here with Ciana. They were like a militia. They came, they conquered, they took the spoils of war, and they left. Like fucking ghosts. You can’t fight a militia of ghosts.”

“Ghosts or not, even a militia will leave a trail.” I saw Mom walking away, Pop’s phone still to her ear, and I knew she was learning the same thing Jet had just told me. “Ramirez is in Colombia. I have to either go down there and deal with him, or get Ciana back.”

“Let me have Ramirez. I need to avenge my baby girl. Give this to me.” The raw agony in his voice mixed with his anger was like a punch to the gut. I was the one he should have been enraged with. I was supposed to protect his daughter until my last breath. It was my job, my responsibility as the man who loved her to ensure that she was always safe and happy. Jet Hannigan should have hated me, been demanding my head as well as Sheena’s. Part of me didn’t understand why he wasn’t.