Isabella started forward, but Matteo grabbed her arm, holding her in place.
"That's what he wants," Matteo said, his eyes fixed on Luca. "For you to rush in without thinking."
"They're my family," Isabella said, pulling against his grip.
"And they'll die if you get yourself killed," Matteo said, tightening his hold.
Isabella's eyes darted to Luca, who stood in front of the burning warehouse like a man daring her to move. She spotted armed men shifting in the shadows.
"How many?" she asked, keeping her voice low.
"At least twelve," Matteo said, glancing around quickly. "Maybe more."
"Can we take them?" Isabella asked, her gaze locked on the movement in the dark.
"Maybe," Matteo said, giving a faint shrug. "If we're very lucky and very smart."
"Or very stupid," Isabella said, her mouth twitching in a humorless smile.
"That too," Matteo said, his tone flat.
