The city lights streaked past in a blur as Alessandro’s car tore through the streets. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his foot pressing hard on the gas. His heart pounded, rage burning in his veins.

His wife. His woman. Taken.

Behind him, a convoy of black cars followed, his most loyal men driving just as recklessly, weaving through traffic, passing each car without hesitation. They didn’t care about the rules of the road—only about getting to you.

“Boss, we’re gaining on them,” a voice crackled through his earpiece.

Alessandro’s grip tightened. “No mercy,” he growled. “Kill them all if you have to. Just get her back.”

He didn’t care about the risk. Didn’t care if his enemies were expecting him. All that mattered was you.

A location pinged on his dashboard. They had found the hideout.

“We found her.”

That was all he needed to hear.

His foot slammed on the gas.

“I’m coming for you, amore,” he murmured, voice deadly. “And I’ll make them pay for touching what’s mine.”