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The blacked-out Hu in the heart of Florence Just a few blocks frohts in the s and it seemed deserted

I hadn’t said a word

Neither had he

A garage door opened on the side of the building, and one by one, the vehicles descended into an underground garage Armed men were already there as the vehicles were parked

I sat in er co had been ditched I’d tossed it on the table like it was garbage—because it was garbage to htly from the way I’d struck Lucian I could have broken retted it Hopefully, his cheek was red for a week

Balto stepped out of the car and greeted his men

I stepped out and suddenly felt like I was on display in azes on ression in their eyes They looked uns were lowered, but their eyes were packed with violence

Balto gave orders to his e was full of aruns and ammunition It was a battle station where men prepared for war

I crossed ered in the back, unsure as next Would we stay here? Or would we return to his place?

Balto cao”

“Where, exactly?”

He didn’t answer e was a brown pickup It wasn’t shiny or new, instead, at least a decade old and unremarkable It didn’t seem like the kind of car a crime lord would drive Lucian had a Ferrari, and he’d picked out a Bugatti for me Balto didn’t seem to care what he drove

I followed behind hi around fifty armed men who didn’t kno to keep their eyes to themselves

We both got into the truck, and Balto drove to a gated opening on the backside of the building He e the roads and sidewalks along the route