The Price of Fury

Emilio's POV

The van sped down the road, but all I could hear was the sound of my heart. Loud. Angry. Loud enough to drown everything else.

Sienna was in there.

I gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles white. Lorenzo was beside me, gun ready. Donato rode in the back, loading another magazine, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might break.

We had followed the signal for ten minutes now—te