Page 28 of Vows Made in Silence

"Understood. Already moving. But Luca—" Turk hesitates. "We may have a bigger problem. Intel says Vescari’s crew was spotted near the Strip. They’re not just coming for her. They want Daniel too."

Luca’s vision tunnels.

"Then they’ll have to crawl over my dead body to touch him," he spits.

"Good," Turk answers. "Because they’re trying."

The SUV turns sharply, tires screeching as Daniel curls tighter against Luca’s chest.

"It’s okay," Luca whispers. "I’ve got you. No one will hurt you again. I swear it."

But as he looks out the window—his heart pounds with a savage new purpose.

They came for my son.

They came for Giuliana.

and now they’ve declared war.

The SUV cuts through the Vegas night like a blade—fast, silent, deliberate.

Luca’s hand grips Daniel tighter. Giuliana’s voice echoes in the boy’s words. She said she was coming. But she never made it.

Where the fuck is she?

Luca is on the comm with Turk, phone pressed to his ear, barking orders to the safehouse team.

Luca stares out the tinted window, jaw clenched.

“Pull up every street cam between the gallery and the safehouse Turk,” he growls. “I want to know where the hell she was taken.”

Inside the vehicle, Luca’s fury simmers.

If Giuliana’s hurt—there will be no treaties. Just bodies.

“We found the car. Giuliana never made it past the first red light.” Turk says

—

The air inside the SUV turns electric—thick with rage and dread.

Luca’s voice drops, to a whisper on the comm. “Where?”

“Corner of Charleston and Fremont,” Turk says. “Driver-side glass is blown out. Bullet pattern suggests precision—professional. Single shot through tempered glass, right below the line of sight. Silent. Clean. No shell casings left behind. They were waiting, Luca.”

He swipes through security footage on his phone. “Two black sedans. Coordinated blockade. They never stood a chance.”

Luca’s jaw grinds. “She was stalked.”

“This wasn’t random. This was mapped, rehearsed. They knew the route and where she was going, ” Turk says.

“Which means someone gave them her pattern. Someone close.”

Daniel looks up at Luca, wide-eyed. “Where’s my mom?”

Luca grips the boy’s hand, forcing his fury back down. “We’re going to find her, Daniel. I swear to you.”

“I am at the location” I’ll see you there.