I was thrown to the ground in front of jeans-clad legs and quickly peered up into a pockmarked face and cold blue eyes. “What’s your name, whore?” he asked in heavily accented English. Didn’t he recognize me? I supposed I looked different with blood all over my face. I stared back at him defiantly. He kicked me in the stomach and I toppled over, gasping for breath. “What’s your name?”

My eyes darted to a body to my right. Cesare. He was making gurgling noises, clutching at a bleeding wound in his stomach. I didn’t see Lily, Fabi or Romero anywhere and I hoped they’d made it to the panic room. At least, they would survive.

A hand gripped my chin and wrenched my head up. “Will you tell me your name or do I have to make Igor hurt her?” He nodded toward Gianna who lay on her side on the marble floor, blinking dazedly.

“Aria,” I said quietly.

“As in Aria Vitiello?” The man asked with a cruel smile.

I nodded. There was no use denying it. He said something in Russian and the men guffawed. My skin crawled from the way they were looking at me.

“Where are the others? Your shadow and the children?”

It took me a moment to realize whom he meant with shadow. “I don’t know,” I said.

Igor kicked Gianna. She screamed. Her eyes met mine and I could see she didn’t want me to say anything, but how could I watch them hurt her?

Voices and shooting carried over to us from outside. The leader of the Russians grabbed me and pulled my back flush against his chest before pressing a blade against my throat.

Fear paralyzed my body as I listened to the sound of fighting. I was dragged backwards closer to the living room. Igor was yanking Gianna by her hair. She didn’t seem capable of standing. Another Russian mobster was flung back as a bullet tore through his throat. “We have your wife Vitiello. If you want to see her in one piece you better stop fighting and drop your weapons.”

Luca walked in, a gun in each hand. Matteo was a step behind him.

“So this is your wife, Vitiello?” the man said, his breath hot against my neck. I squirmed in his hold but he held me in a death grip. The blade sliced into my skin and I became still.

Luca’s face was a mask of fury as he stared at my capturer. Matteo twisted the knives in his hands over and over again, his eyes flickering to Gianna’s trembling form on the ground. Cesare had stopped gurgling. This night could very well end with all of us drowning in our own blood.

“Let her go, Vitali,” Luca snarled.

Vitali grabbed my throat. “I don’t think so.”

I could barely breathe in his hold, but all I could think about was that I could lose everyone I loved tonight. I hoped they’d kill me first. I couldn’t bear the thought of watching everyone die.

“You took something that belongs to us, Vitiello, and now I have something that belongs to you.” Vitali licked my cheek and I almost threw up. “I want to know where it is.”

Luca took a step forward, then froze as Vitali raised the knife to my throat again. “Put your guns down or I’ll cut her throat.”

Vitali was stupid when he thought Luca would do that, but then I watched in horror as Luca dropped his guns on the floor.

“Your wife tastes delicious. I wonder if she tastes this delicious everywhere.” He turned me around so I was facing him. His foul breath hit my face. From the corner of my eye, I could see Luca watching me, but I wished he’d look away. I didn’t want him to see this. Vitali’s lips came closer. I was sure I’d throw up.

I tried to lean back but he laughed nastily and gripped my hip but I barely noticed, because my shifting had made the switchblade dig into my butt. As Vitali trailed his tongue over my chin, I slipped my hand into my back pocket, pulled the knife out, released the blade and rammed it into his thigh.

He cried out, stumbling back and then all hell broke loose. Luca practically flew through the room and pulled me against him as he sliced Vitali’s throat open from one ear to the other. The man’s head tilted back, blood spurting out, then he toppled over. Bullets tore through the air, and there was screaming. The ground was slippery with blood and only Luca’s firm grasp on my arm kept me upright. He must have dropped the knife at some point because he was shooting bullet after bullet out of a sleek black gun with a silencer. I picked up a gun lying in a pool of blood. It was slippery in my hand but its weight felt good. Suddenly Romero was there too. My eyes tried to find Gianna but she was gone from her spot on the floor.

Luca shot another enemy and reached down for the gun of the dead guy as his own was out of bullets, when one of the Russian mobsters to our right pointed his gun at Luca. I cried out in warning and at the same time stumbled forward and aimed my gun at the guy and fired. I didn’t even think about it. I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t watch anyone I loved die tonight even if meant I had to die first.

The bullet hit my shoulder and my world exploded with pain. My shot hit the guy in the head and he dropped to the ground dead. Luca ripped me to the side, but my vision turned black.

When I came to my senses again, Luca was cradling me in his arms. It was silent around us except for someone’s whimpers. It took me a moment to realize they were my own and then the pain sliced through me and I wished I’d stayed unconscious but I needed to know if everyone was alright. “You okay?” I croaked.

Luca trembled against me. “Yes,” he gritted out. “But you aren’t.” He was pressing down on my shoulder. That probably explained the pain. The back and front of my shirt were slick with a warm liquid.

“What about Gianna, Lily and Fabi?” I whispered even as darkness wanted to claim me again.

“Fine,” Gianna called from somewhere. She sounded far away, or maybe that was my imagination. Luca slid his hands under me and stood. I cried out in pain, tears leaking out of my eyes. The lobby was crowded with our men.

“I’ll take you to the hospital,” Luca said.

“Luca,” Matteo said in warning. “Let the Doc handle it. He’s been taking care of our business for years.”

“No,” Luca snarled. “Aria needs proper care. She’s lost too much blood.” I could see a few of Luca’s men glancing our way before pretending they were busy again. He was their Capo. He couldn’t show weakness, not even for me.

“I can do a blood transfusion,” came a deep, soothing voice. The Doc. He was over sixty with snow-white hair and a kind face.