Greg's POV
The whiskey swirled in the glass as I poured myself a shot, the amber liquid glinting under the dim kitchen light.
I was just about to take a sip when I heard muffled voices. These weren’t just casual voices—they sounded tense and sharp.
Something wasn’t right.
Frowning, I set the glass down and walked quickly towards the living room.
As I got closer, I could hear Diego’s sharp voice, full of anger, and then Aurora’s soft, shaky one.
When I walked in, the scene before me stopped me cold. Diego was standing in front of the door, his gun pointed at Aurora, who was backed against the wall, trembling. Her wide eyes flicked to mine, full of fear, and something inside me twisted.
“What the hell is going on here, Diego?” I demanded, stepping forward. My voice was calm, but the e
