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“You are.”

I cup her face gently, pulling her closer. “You’re everything I didn’t even know I needed,” I admit, my lips brushing against hers. But just as I’m about to kiss her, my phone starts blaring through the car speakers, killing the moment.

“Fucking seriously?” I grit out.

I’m already pissed at whoever the fuck is interrupting us, but before I can even check the screen, Liv pulls back and taps the answer button on the dash.

“Alessio,” my father’s panicked voice blares through the speakers.

“Hey, Dad,” I say, already feeling that sick sense of dread creeping in.

“Tito has another son he’s in contact with,” he says and my blood turns to fucking ice. “Phil reached out to one of his contacts at the prison Tito’s at, to put him in isolation after the whole Ezra situation, and they found a phone in his cell.”

I straighten in my seat, my grip tightens on the steering wheel.

“There are messages back and forth with his other son, Girard. They’re coming after Olivia. And you,” he says, andLiv goes rigid beside me.

“Call for backup,” I bark out, already shifting gears, my mind working a mile a minute. “I’ll bring Liv home and take care of this shit man-to-man.”

“You might not have time to get her home,” Dad warns. “We’re tracking his cell in real-time, and he’s on your tail.”

Fuck.

I slam the car into drive, then hit the gas. Last time her family came after us, I almost lost Liv. I’m not letting that happen again.

While Dad keeps talking, I fire off a quick text to Kota while driving. Triple-tasking at its finest.

Me:Need backup. Now.

His response comes in seconds.

Kota:Already on the move.

I glance at Liv, her face is pale as she digs her fingers into the edge of her seat.

I put my phone down and reach over, squeezing her thigh, trying to ground her. “You’re safe,Sirena. I won’t let them touch y—”

CRASH.

The impact is fucking brutal. An SUV slams into the driver’s side. All I hear is metal crunching and glassshattering. The car jerks forcefully, and we start spinning out of control.

I grip the wheel, yanking hard to get control, but there’s no stopping it. The tires screech, and for a split second, everything slows until we hit something hard.

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Liv

Fucking hell.Everything hurts, and my stomach feels like it’s been punched from the inside out.

“Sirena, are you okay?” Alessio yells.

“Never better,” I mutter, shifting slightly and immediately regretting it. “Are you okay?” There’s blood dripping from his eyebrow, a thin line trailing down his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” he says, always the tough guy.

Then the yelling starts, coming from everywhere.I can see men dressed in all black move around the car. Well, they really look like shadows since we are on a nearly deserted road, and the only lights are from our car and a third SUV that pulls in front of us, facing our car, from where we skidded out. I can hear boots stomping against pavement in between the yelling. I twist in my seat, trying to see what the hell is happening.

We are hit twice, one SUV smashing into Alessio’s side, and another clipping the back passenger side. No wonder we spin around like a fucking carnival ride.