Lionetti territory.
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
“Get me every warehouse. Every property. Every shell company tied to Lionetti and his right hand.”
Jace nodded. “On it.”
I stood in the center of her basement.
Breathing slow.
Thinking.
They didn’t kill her.
That means leverage.
Which means time.
And time means I hunt.
I picked up my phone.
“Call the Philly unit,” I ordered into it. “Lock down every exit route heading south.”
I paused.
Then added quietly—
“You touched the wrong woman.”
And for the first time since arrivingat the bridge—
I wasn’t angry.
I was calm.
Because now?
This wasn’t a rescue.
This was a war.
7
Izzy
48 hours before
Izzy recognized the name before he reached the gate.
Lionetti.
He’d heard it years ago in back rooms where conversations dropped when certain men entered. A name tied to power. The kind that didn’t advertise itself.
He slowed for half a second.
Then the gates opened.
