Robbie turned to block me again. “You’ll get in the way.”
“Give me the fucking code to the lock.”
“No.”
I raised the knife—not to threaten, not really—but Robbie still flinched. I saw it in his eyes, that flicker of fear, and guilt twisted sharp in my gut.
“Fuck, I won’t… Shit, Robbie… I wouldn’t hurt you,” I said roughly, and instead of pushing past him, I turned to the door and stood there, every muscle coiled.
“I know.”
The lock disengaged with a solidthunk, and Iyanked the door open hard enough to slam it into the wall. I bolted out into the garage—every door locked, every window covered with thick steel shutters. I knew the system, I knew what it could do, but to see it in action was something I couldn’t get my head around when in the middle of the engine bay, Rio had a man on his knees, one arm twisted behind his back. The guy was bloodied, panting, face turned toward the floor. Enzo stood to the side, a gun raised, steady, aimed at the man’s head.
“Jesus,” I breathed, slowing a little as I approached. My heart thudded as if it was trying to punch through my ribs. Rio glanced up for the briefest second, his eyes wild and dark and locked on me. Then back to the intruder.
“Stay back,” Enzo ordered, not even glancing at me.
I didn’t listen. I moved in closer, close enough to see the trembling in the guy’s shoulders, the broken skin across Rio’s knuckles, the pressure in every tense line of his body.
“What the fuck!”
The man lifted his face, blood smeared across his mouth, one eye already swelling. He stared straight at me and pointed. “Him! They want him! Millions! I’ll split it with you.” Enzo crouched slowly, his gunnever wavering. “I’ll split the money, man,” the guy stammered. “Fuck, I don’t want trouble. I was just?—”
“How did you find us?” Rio growled.
“We tracked him.” The intruder jerked his chin toward me.
“‘We’?”
“Just me now.”
“How did you track him?”
The man sneered. “He’s not all that. I’ve been following his patterns for a week.”
Rio kicked him—hard, brutal. The man folded with a grunt.
Something shifted in Enzo. I saw the edge in him—the fear masked behind calm, the calculation happening in real time.
He turned to me suddenly, gripped my arm, and raised an eyebrow—just the tiniest flick, but I caught it. Then he shoved me hard, forcing me down to my knees beside the guy, his hand twisted in my hair, baring my throat. I struggled, but Enzo held me tight.
Rio startled. “Enzo, what the fuck?”
“You want this man?” Enzo asked the intruder, knife pressed to my temple. “You said millions, right?”
“Yes! Yes!” the guy gasped. “We’ll split it, just let me go, man!”
Enzo’s voice went ice-cold, and he gestured at Rio and Robbie. “Four ways, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll make a deal.”
“Who else are we splitting the money with?”
“No one,” he panted. “I’m not sharing with anyone else.”
“Bullshit,” Enzo snarled. “You said ‘we’, so you sure as hell didn’t find him alone.”
“I followed the leads! Been tracking him for weeks! My partner—he died in a crash this asshole escaped from—he?—”
