Damien stood in the cool night air, his pulse steady despite the chaos of the last hour. Morelli had made his move.
Now, it was Damien's turn.
Leo slammed the SUV's door shut. "We need a safe house."
Damien shook his head. "No. We're not hiding anymore."
Bella crossed her arms, her body still trembling from the near explosion. "What does that mean?"
"It means," Damien said darkly, "I'm taking the fight to Morelli."
Ava sniffled from where she sat on the hood of the car, arms wrapped around herself. "You can't just—he has an army, Damien."
Damien's jaw ticked. "Then I'll burn it down."
Leo exhaled sharply. "This isn't just about you anymore, boss. Morelli wants Bella. He'll keep coming."
Bella shivered. "He won't stop until one of you is dead."
Damien turned to her, eyes unreadable. "Then I'll make sure it's him."
Silence settled over them.
Ava's voice was barely a whisper. "I can help."
Leo scoffed. "Like hell."
"I mean it," Ava insisted. "Morelli's men trust me. They don't know I ran. I can get inside."
Damien studied her, calculating. "And why would I trust you?"
Ava swallowed hard. "Because I owe Bella my life."
Bella's heart clenched. Despite everything, Ava was still her sister. And right now, she was their best chance.
Damien finally nodded. "Then here's the plan."
His voice was cold. Deadly.
And Bella knew—this wasn't just about survival anymore.
It was about revenge.