My vision blurred.
Ruslan would break her.
Body. Mind. Soul.
He wouldn’t just take her—he would make her suffer. Slowly. Methodically. for everything I did to his sister.
Vincenzo was already doing the same to me.
Blood for blood.
Pain for pain.
And I—
I would give anything to stop it.
Anything.
“I’d go,” I whispered, the thought slipping out before I could stop it.
Ciro’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“I’d go to him myself.”
My voice steadied just a little.
“I’d walk straight into his territory. Let him finish what he started.”
Because if it meant saving her... if it meant she got to live—
I would give myself up to him without hesitation.
“I don’t care what happens to me.”
Ciro studied me for a long moment.
Then—
“Violet knows Ruslan’s hunting you.”
My blood ran cold.
“Violet?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Our latest intel says she’s desperate to contact him,”
Ciro continued. “She’s offering your location in exchange for whatever scraps he’ll give her... or simply to remove you from Vincenzo’s life entirely.
The words settled in slowly.
“Violet will reveal your location sooner or later, and Ruslan will come for you like hell itself. And when he has you... I think he’ll finally let her go.”
My breath hitched, panic clawing up my throat.
“There’s no point turning yourself in to him. Just wait—he’ll come,” Ciro said.
A chill crept down my spine.
