He held Noah in his left arm, while two of Isabella’s men carried Lena and Oliver.

“Are they hurt?” I gasped, reaching out to touch Noah’s warm face.

“They are fine,” Adrian said, handing our son over to me.

“The sniper was neutralized before he could pull the trigger,” Adrian added.

Noah opened his eyes, blinking sleepily in the dark, and reached for my shirt. “Mama?”

“I have you, baby,” I whispered, holding him tight against my shoulder.

“We need to move,” Adrian said, his gray eyes locking onto mine.

“The whole complex is compromised,” Adrian added.

We hurried down the narrow passage toward the southern escape vehicles.

Behind us, the distant sound of sirens began to wail, echoing down from the street level.

My phone, still clutched in my left hand, buzzed again.

I looked down at the screen through the smoky air.

The live feed of Salvatore was still active, but the background was filled with flashing red and blue lights.

A voice on the feed screamed that federal agents were breaching the front gates of the estate.