I started for Colin again, navigating the crowd without losing sight of him. One side of my brain warned: Don’t kill them. Colin doesn’t need to see that. Just take them down. But the louder voice demanded: No one puts a hand on my family and walks away without dying.

Before I could execute any plan, I realized the Sicilians wouldn’t handle things in public. They were carting Colin toward the stairs, which was where our HVT presently was, dammit.

Deciding the best plan would be to handle this out of sight from the crowd, I waited for Colin to reach the top of the stairs.

Once they were no longer visible, I pursued. “I have to help him.”

“Wait, what? Help who?” Izzy transmitted back. “Why?”

Once upstairs, I turned in the direction they’d taken my son, finding the first hall empty. “I have to save him,” was all I gave her as I rounded another corner, finding only another empty hall. “Do we still have eyes on our marks? Bodycam active?”

“Shit, no. It’s offline,” Izzy said what I didn’t want to hear. Now I had no eyes in the room I assumed my son was heading to. “Are you trying to save our targets from the Sicilians? Or are they also now our targets?” Izzy fired back as I turned down the last hall.

My breathing labored. My fear ratcheted higher. Worry that I’d be too late took over.

At the sight of two men by a closed door, relief took back over.

He has to be in there.

“This area is off-limits,” one of the guys said at the sight of me, flicking his wrist to deter me from going any farther.

“Save who?” Izzy repeated as I drew my Glock before the man had a chance to break leather and return fire.

“My son,” I finally answered her as I shot him in the shoulder, then squeezed off another round to his leg. “I have to save my son.”

I dealt with the second problem in the same way, incapacitated but not dead, then muted my comm to prevent my sister from distracting me from what I had to do next.

I choked out the two men, putting them to sleep. They had no idea how lucky they were I was trying damn hard to be a different person and hadn’t put them to sleep permanently.

Once they were down, I didn’t waste time opening the door they’d been guarding.

I eased back, weapon drawn to check for threats and to do a quick headcount. Ten, including Daniel and Jamie. Eleven, including the reason I was there.

Colin was on his knees and in the process of getting punched. His face flew to the right, bone connecting with flesh, and our gazes clashed.

“Who the hell are you?” someone called out.