My jaw clenches. "Who?"
"That's the question. Could be the Volkovs retaliating for the failed hit on Luca's estate. Could be someone testing us while we're dealing with the Luca situation. Or..."
"Or it could be Luca himself." The thought sits like lead in my stomach. "Sending a message."
"It's possible. He's got the resources. And the motivation."
I think about it as we head to the garage. Luca knows my operation inside and out. Knows my weak points, my supply chains, where I keep what. If he wanted to hurt me, he could do real damage.
But would he? Twenty years of friendship, destroyed by a confession and a woman. Is that enough to turn him into an enemy?
The warehouse is still smoking when we arrive. Fire trucks surround it, hoses spraying water onto what's left of thestructure. The building's gutted, roof collapsed, walls barely standing.
Two million in merchandise. Gone.
Sergei meets us at the perimeter tape. "Whoever did this knew what they were doing. Hit us at shift change, when security's weakest. In and out in under ten minutes."
"Security footage?"
"Cameras were disabled first. We've got nothing."
Of course not. Professional job. Planned, executed perfectly.
"Pull everyone in," I order. "I want every contact we have on the street asking questions. Someone saw something. Someone knows who's behind this."
"Already on it."
I stand there watching my warehouse burn and realize how exposed I am. Aurora's at the estate. Pregnant. Vulnerable. If someone's coming after me, they'll go after her next.
"Double security at home," I tell Viktor. "No one gets within a mile of that estate without clearance."
"You think they'll go after her?"
"I think they'll go after anything that hurts me. And she's the easiest target."
The thought makes my blood run cold.
We spend the next six hours coordinating damage control. Moving merchandise from other warehouses. Rerouting shipments. Calling in favors to keep operations running smoothly.
By the time I get back to the estate, I'm exhausted and furious.
And Aurora's in my office.
"What are you doing in here?" I ask, too sharp.
She looks up from my desk, where she's got files spread across every surface. "Working."
"On what?"
"Your books." She gestures at the laptop in front of her. "Viktor mentioned you lost a warehouse this morning. I'm calculating the financial impact and figuring out how to redistribute resources."
I blink. "Viktor told you about the warehouse?"
"He mentioned it when I asked why everyone was running around like the house was on fire." She turns back to the screen. "Turns out, something actually was on fire. So I'm helping."
"Aurora, this isn't your problem."
"It is if I'm living here. If I'm part of this." She doesn't look up. "Besides, I'm good with numbers. Let me be useful."