ALEJANDRO’S POV.
“Alejandro… We have a problem. Your attention is needed in the basement.” Joe’s harsh voice cuts through the silence in my room and I hurl my phone against the wall before walking out.
Whenever Joe’s voice sounds harsh, the news is never a good one. There is nothing special in that basement, the only living soul in that basement is Tilda. I hope she is saying some prayers between her shouts. I might be tempted to pull the trigger this time she infuriates me.
Moving my hand to my slightly exposed chest as I walk out, some of my men bow and I walk further into the dark hallway. The air feels tinier as I walk through the doors leading to the basement and one of the men securing the door takes a torch.
He takes a permission to go before me and I let him. Descending the sta
