341: CAUGHT IN NO TIME

Luke's mind spun. This was not the expected outcome. A prickle of unease, a suspicion that had gnawed at him about the old man, has now flared into full-blown disbelief. No. Antonio couldn't have orchestrated this. Yet... A throbbing ache pulsed in his forehead, a dull echo of the blow that had sent him crashing into oblivion. Hours, it seemed, had bled into one another before he'd blinked awake, the world a blurry mess until it resolved into the stark image of Victo, bound beside him. Then Antonio. He'd frozen, his voice stolen, as the warehouse door creaked open and Antonio, his face an unreadable mask, stepped into the dim light. Now, the glint of the gun held inches from his face was a cruel confirmation of his suspicions. A single tear escaped, tracing a hot path down his cheek. He choked back a sob, a strangled sound that mirrored the tightening grip around his heart. Isa. A silent plea formed on his lips. Antonio's voice, when it came, was a low rumble. "Disappointed, L