(VALENTINO'S POV)
"I Diavoli Rossi," Michele says. "They're here."
Nobody moves an inch after that.
I'm holding my own breath, and all I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears and the chaos of gunshots and men shouting over each other, raging outside.
I force myself to move, slowly making my way toward the window. I shift the curtain aside just enough to look out and the second I see the compound, my pulse spikes.
Men in deep red suits and sunglasses are everywhere.
They're spread across the grounds, firing at Rafa's men from every angle, and there are so many of them that it doesn't even look like an attack anymore.
It looks like an invasion.
"Shit," I whisper.
I let the curtain fall back into place and slowly back away from the window.
I'm breathing too fast and my heart is hammering so hard that my chest feels like it's splitting open.
I make my way toward the couch and lower myself onto it.
