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I rushed forward, going for one of the wounded guys. After I kicked the gun that he’d dropped out of his hand, I crouched next to him. His eyes briefly met mine, but then they ended up staring into the nothingness.

Fuck.

He was gone.

The noise died down, and I looked up at Rafael.

“Is it his guys?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Our plan worked. Anyone alive?”

“Let’s hope so.” Rafael hurried to check.

“We need to be quick. Grab anyone who might survive and then we can go.”

A loud sound pierced the air, making me frown.

It was coming from Rafael.

His phone.

It was ringing.

But why the hell would he risk something like that when we were in the middle of a mission? If it had rung a few moments too early, it would’ve alerted our enemy of our presence.

Rafael’s face was pale as he lifted the phone to his ear.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached him.

He lowered the phone, his eyes wide.

“What is it?”

“They tricked us. Santino played us. This was just a distraction.”

“What do you mean?”

“They attacked the house. They took Luca.”

I stumbled back, nearly dropping my gun.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head.

I refused to believe it.

“That’s not possible. It’s a mistake,” I said.

“I guess the mole sent two messages somehow, and I only saw one,” Rafael said. “I’m sorry.”

No!

My heart thudded loudly in my chest as the world spun around me.

Luca had been taken.

And I’d let it happen.