The mansion was no longer a home; it was a battleground. The previous night’s attack had left the walls riddled with bullet holes, the furniture overturned, and blood staining the once-pristine floors. Armando's men worked tirelessly to secure the premises, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Everyone was on edge, the weight of imminent danger pressing down on them.
Armando was furious. He had always prided himself on staying ahead of his enemies, but the attack had shaken his confidence. His trust was thinning, and paranoia was beginning to creep in. Jessica, however, seemed unusually quiet, keeping to herself as she cared for Alvaro.
Sean approached him in the study. His face was grim, his usual sharp confidence dulled by the weight of recent events.
“We need to talk,” S
