The city becomes a war zone within hours.
My phone won't stop ringing from friends, former colleagues, people I haven't spoken to in years, all getting the same message: You're associated with the Marvin family. You have 24 hours. Run or die.
I'm in the back of an armored SUV with Tony beside me and Luca driving like we're fleeing an active shooter. And because we are - multiple active shooters, actually.
"Three confirmed attacks in the first hour," Luca reports, weaving through traffic. "Two Marvin Industries executives - one dead, one critical. And someone tried to car bomb the parking garage at your old apartment building."
My old apartment. Where I lived before Tony... before all of this.
"Was anyone-"
"Four casualties. Three dead, one critical." Luca's voice is grim. "They were at the wrong place at the wrong time. The bomb was meant for you."
