The Only Choice

Dante

The moment Hector’s message burned across my phone, a cold steadiness settled over me, an instinct older than reason, older than fear. Choose who you’ll save: your woman or your brother.

My choice was already made the second Vittoria’s name appeared.

I shoved the thought aside and dialed Zev with fingers that no longer felt like mine.

He picked on the first ring. “Boss—”

“They have Vittoria,