Santo Greco—a man who takes what he wants. When negotiations with his rival hit a dead end, he falls back on old ways—he takes what will hurt the enemy most.

Everything was calculated to perfection: a sudden ambush, escape routes cut off, a swift and precise capture. His men work flawlessly—within ten minutes of the operation's start, the prize is already in the trunk of a black Mercedes, the engine roaring as the dusty road vanishes beneath the wheels.

But Santo didn’t expect this hostage to be such a problem. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t beg—she fights. Thrashing like a wild animal in a cage, every word from her lips like a knife to the heart of his plans.