Chapter 152
“Status,” Enzo said, voice flat steel.
Dom straightened instantly. “Perimeter’s locked. Guards rotated. Nobody comes within a block without us knowing”
Gino leaned into the wall, arms crossed, voice low. “The Russians are angry. Real angry. They’ve been yanking people out of their safe houses all night, scattering like roaches. Which means they’re scared. And scared men? They slip. We need to finish it before they grow their balls back.”
Enzo’s jaw ticked once. Gino had kept the machine moving–quiet, efficient, clean. Exactly how it should be.
His gaze slid back to Lola. Bruises like ink stains across pale skin. Bandages tucked beneath hospital linen. Still alive. Still here. His thumb brushed absently over her fingers, careful not to stir her.
“She doesn’t stay here,” he said, the command absolute: “Too exposed. We move her to the house. Private care. Locked down tighter than this place could ever be.”
No one argued. Not Gino, not Dom, not even Nico.
Enzo pushed to his feet, muscles stiff but holding. His body barked at the effort, but his spine was iron again, his place reclaimed.
“Get it ready,” he said, voice low, final. “We’re done bleeding time.”
His hand lingered on Lola’s, thumb brushing once more across the bruises before he looked up, steel snapping back into place.
“Get the doctor,” he told Dom. “Nico and I are finished here.”
Nico grimaced as he swung his legs off the bed, jaw tight but silent. For all his bruises, his body was holding–fatigue had dropped them both, not shrapnel.
The doctor arrived minutes later, bleary–eyed and bristling. “They’re not fit to be discharged-”
Enzo cut him off with a look sharp enough to carve. “We’re not asking. You’ll sign what you need, and you’ll tell me what it takes to move
her.”
The man hesitated, glancing toward Lola’s monitors. Then he exhaled, resigned. “She’s stable. Transfer’s possible, but risky if it’s rushed.”
“It won’t be rushed,” Enzo said. “It’ll be guarded, sealed, controlled. You’ll prep her for relocation when I call. Until then, she doesn’t leave this bed.”
The doctor nodded. Gino saw him out with a clap to the shoulder that carried more weight than warmth.
Enzo bent over Lola one more time, whispering something only she could have claimed before straightening. His hand lingered a beat too long before he let go.
Dom and Gino stood ready by the door, shoulders squared. Nico rose carefully beside him, pale but upright, forcing his body back into
motion.
“Get the cars,” Enzo said, voice carrying again. “Nico goes back to the house. Double perimeter on Lola’s floor until the transfer. No one
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in or out unless it’s one of us.”
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Gine gave a sharp nod. “Done.”
Dom’s brow furrowed. “And you?”
Enzo slipped his watch onto his wrist, the steel band clinking soft against bruised skin. His expression didn’t change. “I’ve got a stop to make before I join you. Just me.”
Dom’s mouth tightened, protest on his tongue, but Enzo’s eyes shut it down cold.
“Straight shot,” Enzo added, shrugging into his coat. “In and out.”
Nico narrowed his gaze but stayed quiet.
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