The convoy finally came to a halt in front of the estate, the engines shutting off one after another. For a brief moment, the place fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the distant hum of the vehicles and the faint rustle of leaves stirred by the wind.
One by one, the doors of the black cars opened. Large men stepped out, their movements precise and practiced, forming an invisible barrier that made the air feel heavier. They spread out naturally, claiming space without speaking, their presence alone enough to intimidate.
Then came the last car.
The car in the middle.
One of the men moved quickly to open the door, lowering his head slightly as a sign of respect.
Shark stepped out.
He was big—broad-shouldered, solid, the kind of man whose presence announced danger without effort
