Mara Collins never meant to expose a criminal empire. She only wanted answers. When her powerful employer’s secrets turn lethal, Mara runs—with evidence she barely understands and enemies who won’t hesitate to silence her. What she doesn’t expect is the Iron Covenant: a shadow organization that operates where the law fails, bound by a code that forbids the one crime no one else seems willing to stop.
Luca is Covenant muscle—controlled, dangerous, and sworn to a vow that doesn’t bend. Protecting Mara should be just another operation. Instead, she challenges everything he’s built his life around. She asks the questions no one else dares. She refuses to be owned, traded, or erased. And when the Covenant is betrayed from within, Mara proves she’s not a liability—but a force.
As the hunt for traffickers escalates and suspicion turns inward, Luca must choose between the organization that saved him and the woman who has claimed his future. Because the Iron Covenant doesn’t promise safety or survival. It promises effort. Relentless. Uncompromising. And when Luca gives his word, it doesn’t break.
Excerpt:
“Stop,” a man said.
His voice was low. Controlled. It cut through the panic like a blade.
She froze.
He stood close, broad shoulders blocking her view of the rest of the garage. Tall—well over six feet—with a build that spoke of strength earned the hard way rather than sculpted for show. His dark jacket stretched across a solid chest, the fabric pulling faintly at the seams when he moved. Short dark hair, cut close at the sides, framed a face marked by a faint scar along his jaw, pale against stubble. His eyes were dark—almost black in the low light—sharp and steady, missing nothing. No visible weapon, yet everything about him said he didn’t need one. His grip stayed steady, careful not to hurt her.
“You’re safe,” he said.
She laughed hysterically. “That’s a lie.”
“No,” he replied. “As of right now, it’s a fact.”
She searched his face for anything she could use to categorize him—threat, rescuer, liar. His expression gave her nothing. Eyes dark. Assessing. Focused entirely on her.
Behind him, she saw movement. Two men dragged the unconscious body away, efficient and silent, disappearing between the parked cars.
Her knees went weak.
The man in front of her noticed immediately. He shifted, one hand sliding to her elbow, grounding her.
“Breathe,” he said. “In. Out.”
She did. Shallow at first. Then deeper.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
She shook her head immediately. “I’m not giving you anything. Not my name. Not whatever you’re about to ask for next.”
His mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Smart. Stubborn. You’ve got a USB on you.”
Her breath hitched. Her hand went instinctively to her pocket.
“That’s none of your fucking business.”
“It became my business the second Havelock decided to hide the facilitation of human fucking trafficking behind corporate logistics,” he said flatly. “We saw it on your office cameras. You didn’t just stumble onto dirty books—you stumbled into something that gets people disappeared.”
Human trafficking? Her stomach turned. Jesus, what the hell? Her pulse roared in her ears. “You don’t know that.”
He leaned in just enough that she could smell leather and a hint of wood smoke. “I know he hit you. I know he locked the door because the fucker had more plans for you. And I know men were waiting downstairs before you ever left that building.”
She swallowed. Hard.
“I’m better off alone,” she shot back, even as doubt crept in. “I don’t need help.”
He snorted softly. “That’s bullshit.”
Her chin lifted. “Excuse me?”
“A lone woman with evidence always gets taken,” he said, voice roughening. “You never watched a fucking movie? You don’t have backup. You don’t have protection. And right now, you’re bleeding and shaking and standing in the open like a goddamn invitation.”
Silence stretched between them.
She thought of the hands. The stairwell. The way they’d closed in like they already owned her.
“You here to take it from me?” she asked. “The drive?”
“No,” he said immediately. “I’m here to make sure you don’t end up just another statistic because of it.”
“Why?”
“Because someone decided you were expendable,” he replied. “And we don’t like that.”
Her laugh came out thin. “We?”
He glanced over her shoulder, where the shadows shifted—men moving, watching, waiting. “Me and the people who pulled you out of that mess.”
Another beat.
She exhaled slowly. “If I go with you … I’m not handing anything over. Not yet.”
“That’s fine,” he said. “I didn’t ask for it.”
She studied his face, searching for the lie. Found none.
“Mara,” she said finally. “My name is Mara.”
His gaze held hers. “Good girl.”
He stepped back and angled his body, opening a path beside him. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe before this turns into another bad fucking decision.”
After a moment, she stepped forward.
This time, into the dark by choice.
****
Luca Moretti didn’t relax until Mara was inside the vehicle and the door was shut.
Not slammed. Not rushed. Closed with deliberate calm, the kind that hopefully told her she wasn’t being shoved into anything she couldn’t walk away from—yet.
He took the long way around the car, scanning the street as he moved. Old habits but necessary ones. The city was never as empty as it pretended to be and tonight had already proven that.
She sat stiffly in the back seat, one arm wrapped protectively around her ribs, chin high in defiance even as pain tightened the line of her mouth. Streetlight spilled through the window in uneven flashes, illuminating her in fragments.
Luca noticed everything.
The swelling along her cheek. The way her breath hitched when the car rolled over a pothole. The faint tremor in her hands she was trying like hell to control.
She was hurt.
She was furious.
But she was still standing.
That impressed him more than it should.
He opened the rear door and slid in beside her instead. Close enough that she could feel the heat of him, far enough that she still had space. The door shut with the same deliberate calm.
Up front, the engine started immediately, smooth and quiet.
“We’re clear.” Mateo Cruz’s voice carried easily from the wheel—deep, rough, grounded. He rolled the car into traffic like he’d done it a thousand times before.
In the passenger seat, Nikolai “Kol” Petrov didn’t turn around. His eyes stayed locked on the mirrors, posture loose but alert.
“Anyone stupid enough to follow us?” Luca asked.
“None that matter,” Kol replied from the passenger seat. “Yet.”
Luca turned to look at Mara, sitting calmly in the seat beside him, but he could still see the tremor in her hands.
“You did good back there,” he said after a moment.
Mateo glanced at her in the rearview mirror, giving her a quick once-over that missed nothing. “You ran pretty damn good for someone who just got cracked in the ribs.”
Mara stiffened. “I didn’t have a choice.”
Mateo’s mouth tipped up in a humorless half-smile. “Yeah. That’s usually the case. You get smacked around, you don’t wanna hang around with the asshole doing all the punching.”
“Watch your tone,” Luca said.
Mateo shrugged. “Wasn’t an insult.”
She let out a short, humorless laugh. “I got the shit kicked out of me.”
“And you still got away,” Luca replied. “Most people freeze.”
She glanced at him sharply, suspicion flashing in her eyes. “You watch a lot of people get attacked?”
“Enough.”
He felt her studying him now, taking his measure the way he’d taken hers. Not with fear anymore. With calculation.
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What she doesn’t expect is the Iron Covenant: a shadow organization that operates where the law fails, bound by a code that forbids the one crime no one else seems willing to stop.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLuca is Covenant muscle—controlled, dangerous, and sworn to a vow that doesn’t bend. Protecting Mara should be just another operation. Instead, she challenges everything he’s built his life around. She asks the questions no one else dares. She refuses to be owned, traded, or erased. And when the Covenant is betrayed from within, Mara proves she’s not a liability—but a force.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAs the hunt for traffickers escalates and suspicion turns inward, Luca must choose between the organization that saved him and the woman who has claimed his future. Because the Iron Covenant doesn’t promise safety or survival.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIt promises effort.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRelentless. Uncompromising.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003cbr \u002f\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAnd when Luca gives his word, it doesn’t break.\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eExcerpt:\u003c\u002fstrong\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Stop,” a man said.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHis voice was low. Controlled. It cut through the panic like a blade.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe froze.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe stood close, broad shoulders blocking her view of the rest of the garage. Tall—well over six feet—with a build that spoke of strength earned the hard way rather than sculpted for show. His dark jacket stretched across a solid chest, the fabric pulling faintly at the seams when he moved. Short dark hair, cut close at the sides, framed a face marked by a faint scar along his jaw, pale against stubble. His eyes were dark—almost black in the low light—sharp and steady, missing nothing. No visible weapon, yet everything about him said he didn’t need one. His grip stayed steady, careful not to hurt her.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You’re safe,” he said.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe laughed hysterically. “That’s a lie.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“No,” he replied. “As of right now, it’s a fact.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe searched his face for anything she could use to categorize him—threat, rescuer, liar. His expression gave her nothing. Eyes dark. Assessing. Focused entirely on her.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eBehind him, she saw movement. Two men dragged the unconscious body away, efficient and silent, disappearing between the parked cars.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHer knees went weak.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThe man in front of her noticed immediately. He shifted, one hand sliding to her elbow, grounding her.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Breathe,” he said. “In. Out.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe did. Shallow at first. Then deeper.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“What’s your name?” he asked.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe shook her head immediately. “I’m not giving you anything. Not my name. Not whatever you’re about to ask for next.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHis mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Smart. Stubborn. You’ve got a USB on you.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHer breath hitched. Her hand went instinctively to her pocket.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“That’s none of your fucking business.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“It became my business the second Havelock decided to hide the facilitation of human fucking trafficking behind corporate logistics,” he said flatly. “We saw it on your office cameras. You didn’t just stumble onto dirty books—you stumbled into something that gets people disappeared.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHuman trafficking? Her stomach turned. Jesus, what the hell? Her pulse roared in her ears. “You don’t know that.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe leaned in just enough that she could smell leather and a hint of wood smoke. “I know he hit you. I know he locked the door because the fucker had more plans for you. And I know men were waiting downstairs before you ever left that building.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe swallowed. Hard.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I’m better off alone,” she shot back, even as doubt crept in. “I don’t need help.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe snorted softly. “That’s bullshit.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHer chin lifted. “Excuse me?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“A lone woman with evidence always gets taken,” he said, voice roughening. “You never watched a fucking movie? You don’t have backup. You don’t have protection. And right now, you’re bleeding and shaking and standing in the open like a goddamn invitation.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eSilence stretched between them.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe thought of the hands. The stairwell. The way they’d closed in like they already owned her.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You here to take it from me?” she asked. “The drive?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“No,” he said immediately. “I’m here to make sure you don’t end up just another statistic because of it.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Why?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Because someone decided you were expendable,” he replied. “And we don’t like that.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHer laugh came out thin. “We?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe glanced over her shoulder, where the shadows shifted—men moving, watching, waiting. “Me and the people who pulled you out of that mess.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eAnother beat.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe exhaled slowly. “If I go with you … I’m not handing anything over. Not yet.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“That’s fine,” he said. “I didn’t ask for it.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe studied his face, searching for the lie. Found none.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Mara,” she said finally. “My name is Mara.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHis gaze held hers. “Good girl.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe stepped back and angled his body, opening a path beside him. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe before this turns into another bad fucking decision.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eAfter a moment, she stepped forward.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThis time, into the dark by choice.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e****\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eLuca Moretti didn’t relax until Mara was inside the vehicle and the door was shut.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eNot slammed. Not rushed. Closed with deliberate calm, the kind that hopefully told her she wasn’t being shoved into anything she couldn’t walk away from—yet.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe took the long way around the car, scanning the street as he moved. Old habits but necessary ones. The city was never as empty as it pretended to be and tonight had already proven that.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe sat stiffly in the back seat, one arm wrapped protectively around her ribs, chin high in defiance even as pain tightened the line of her mouth. Streetlight spilled through the window in uneven flashes, illuminating her in fragments.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eLuca noticed everything.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThe swelling along her cheek. The way her breath hitched when the car rolled over a pothole. The faint tremor in her hands she was trying like hell to control.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe was hurt.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe was furious.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eBut she was still standing.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThat impressed him more than it should.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe opened the rear door and slid in beside her instead. Close enough that she could feel the heat of him, far enough that she still had space. The door shut with the same deliberate calm.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eUp front, the engine started immediately, smooth and quiet.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“We’re clear.” Mateo Cruz’s voice carried easily from the wheel—deep, rough, grounded. He rolled the car into traffic like he’d done it a thousand times before.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eIn the passenger seat, Nikolai “Kol” Petrov didn’t turn around. His eyes stayed locked on the mirrors, posture loose but alert.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Anyone stupid enough to follow us?” Luca asked.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“None that matter,” Kol replied from the passenger seat. “Yet.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eLuca turned to look at Mara, sitting calmly in the seat beside him, but he could still see the tremor in her hands.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You did good back there,” he said after a moment.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMateo glanced at her in the rearview mirror, giving her a quick once-over that missed nothing. “You ran pretty damn good for someone who just got cracked in the ribs.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMara stiffened. “I didn’t have a choice.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMateo’s mouth tipped up in a humorless half-smile. “Yeah. That’s usually the case. You get smacked around, you don’t wanna hang around with the asshole doing all the punching.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Watch your tone,” Luca said.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMateo shrugged. “Wasn’t an insult.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe let out a short, humorless laugh. “I got the shit kicked out of me.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“And you still got away,” Luca replied. “Most people freeze.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eShe glanced at him sharply, suspicion flashing in her eyes. “You watch a lot of people get attacked?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Enough.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe felt her studying him now, taking his measure the way he’d taken hers. 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