Orders are tossed around, having my men clear the perimeter as we prepare to breach the main entrance. I can’t watch the footage and be on the front lines.
Strategically I should stay behind, but as don, I refuse to order my men to war without stepping foot on the battlefield. I hand over the tablet to Moreno.
He’s my second. If anything happens to me, my men will follow his orders.
There’s a handgun at my ankle, and a semiautomatic draped around my shoulder. I grip the weapon and remind my men whatever they do, do not shoot Nikki.
She’s carrying my child.
Letting her leave was a mistake. A momentary lapse in judgment. She deserves freedom but not in the same way she thinks she wants it.
Nikki doesn’t realize the danger that she’s waltzed into by returning home.
Her father poisoned her. He ordered her abduction and allowed her to be sold.
I tried to warn her, but she didn’t believe me.
Why would she?
Now I’ve come to rescue her and my child that she carries.
But will she see it that way?