The lobby doors burst open.
Three men in black stormed in, guns tucked close, eyes scanning every inch of the hotel like they owned the place.
Guests gasped, some stepping aside, others grabbing their phones. One woman dropped her coffee.
"Hey! You can't just—" the manager started, but a hard shove from one of the guards shut him up real quick.
"Move," the tallest one barked. "Top floor. Now."
Upstairs, the suite was quiet. Peaceful.
Nico's arms were wrapped around Kyan, who was fast asleep on his chest. Nico's eyes were closed too, but the distant sound of shouting reached him—just enough to pull him out of his light sleep.
He blinked once, then twice.
Still holding Kyan gently, he turned his head slightly, peeking out the curtain.
The moment he saw the uniforms outside the elevator across the building, his heart dropped.
He knew those men.
Luciano guards.
"Oh, shit," Nico whispered, eyes narrowing. "What the hell are they doing here?"
