The warehouse looms before us, massive, grim, battered by an icy wind. The scent of gasoline and rust hangs in the air, mingling with the distant smell of the sea.
I tighten my vest around me, acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. My rounded belly is a constant reminder that I have no business being here, but I refuse to stay on the sidelines.
Beside me, Alessandro silently adjusts his weapon. His jaw is clenched, his eyes as dark and sharp as a honed blade. He exudes an aura of cold, unshakable power.
"Last warning, Arianna." His tone is low, threatening.
I lift my chin, defiant.
"You're wasting your time, Alessandro."
His gaze burns into mine.
Matteo, armed to the teeth, glances nervously between us before muttering:
"If you two want to kill each other, do it later. Right now, we've got a damn job to do."
Alessandro tightens his jaw, then looks away, as if forcing himself to maintain control.