The night air was cold and deadly. Lorenzo stepped out of the car without hesitation or fear just like a man who had already decided how this would end. Behind him, doors slammed open in unison as his men followed, armed, silent and waiting for the command that would turn tension into violence.
Across the empty stretch of road, the black SUV idled, its headlights cut through the darkness, blinding and provocative but Lorenzo's gaze didn't waver.
"Stay behind me," he said calmly.
But his men spread out anyway, they knew this wasn't just a confrontation. It was a setup.
From the phone pressed to his ear, Sofia's voice came through, sharp and controlled.
"Six visible," she said. "There are two more behind the second car that just pulled up."
Lorenzo's eyes flicked slightly to the left, he didn't turn or react but he saw them.
"They're definitely waiting for something," Sofia continued. "This isn't just a simple exchange."
"I know," Lorenzo replied, his voice quiet.
The SUV door opened as a tall, confident man stepped out. He was armed but wasn't the one Lorenzo focused on. His eyes locked onto the backseat as he caught a slight movement from the small figure behind the drivers' seat.
That was his son. Matteo. His chest tightened for a second, then the feeling was gone replaced by something Possession.
The man leaned casually against the car.
"You're early," he called out.
"Bring him to me," he replied calmly.
"That's not how this works." The man chuckled. As a second car door opened behind him, more men stepped out with their weapons visible now.
"Lorenzo… something's off. They're too relaxed." Sofia's voice cut in again.
"I can see that." he rasped.
"Then don't walk into it."
Lorenzo began walking in slow, measured steps forward.
"Stop right there," the man warned, lifting his gun slightly.
Lorenzo stopped.
"State your terms," he said.
"It's simple, you walk away," he said.
Lorenzo scoffed as he laughed. His laughter came out cold and dangerous.
"You took my son," he said. "And you think I'm here for negotiation"
"You are not negotiating, you're surviving" he corrected, his smile still plastered on his face.
"Because if you take one more step… he dies," he added.
The words cut through the air like a blade, everything stilled, even the wind seemed to stop.
Lorenzo's gaze sharpened, behind him, his men stood tensed; waiting and watching. One wrong move and it would all explode.
"They're not bluffing." Sofia's voice dropped to a whisper.
Lorenzo didn't respond. His eyes never left the man in front of him.
"Who sent you?" he asked.
"You really don't know?" The man asked, tilting his head slightly.
That was just enough for Lorenzo to know that they weren't a random rival gang. This was someone who knew him. Someone close and bold enough to use his son.
Lorenzo's jaw tightened.
"This is your last chance to walk away," the man drawled.
"Mommy...?" A soft, shaky sound broke through the heavy silence
Lorenzo's breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes shut. That was Matteo's. His son's voice was filled with fear and confusion, looking for someone who wasn't there.
Something inside Lorenzo shifted and it wasn't rage. It was something more deeper and dangerous.
He took a step forward.
"Lorenzo, DON'T," Sofia snapped through the phone.
"I said stop!" The man raised his gun instantly.
Lorenzo didn't stop. Didn't slow down or even blink.
"You don't touch what's mine," he said quietly.
And immediately everything exploded. Gunshots tore through the night and bullets flew around in the air, glass shattered as engines roared.
Lorenzo moved faster than anyone expected and in one clean and precise shot. The man in front of him dropped instantly. It wasn't over yet as more men rushed in from behind and from all sides.
That was exactly what Sofia warned about.
"It's an ambush!" one of Lorenzo's men shouted.
But it was too late. The second group opened fire as Lorenzo ducked behind the SUV his son was in, grabbing the door handle, his eyes locked onto Matteo.
The boy was frozen and terrified.
"Stay down!" Lorenzo barked.
Matteo didn't understand and stayed exactly where he was. Another shot rang out too close and fast. Lorenzo's instincts kicked in.
He reached in, pulled the boy out, holding Matteo's small body in his arms just as he was about to turn, a shot tore through the air, heading straight toward them.