The days following Carlos Vega’s downfall were strangely quiet. The Prime Syndicate was stronger than ever, and Armando’s empire stretched further than he had imagined. Yet the man at its helm felt like a ghost haunting his own kingdom.
Jessica was gone.
She had left without a trace, taking Alvaro with her. Armando knew better than anyone how impossible it was to vanish entirely, especially from him. If he wanted to, he could find her within hours. But he hadn’t.
Dante, ever loyal, had frowned at the unusual command. “You’re really going to let her run, boss? This isn’t like you.”
Armando had responded with a cold smile, one devoid of his usual menace. “She’s not running. She’s borrowing time. Let her have her days. I’ll decide when it’s enough.”
Dante had left without argument,
