Armando
Armando sat in his dimly lit office, the weight of the world pressing down on him. His fingers traced the rim of an untouched glass of whiskey as he stared at the map on his desk. His mind raced, a war raging between his love for Jessica and the fury of betrayal he couldn't shake. He knew he couldn’t lose himself entirely to the chase—it wasn’t just about her escape anymore. There were larger threats lurking in the shadows, enemies emboldened by the chaos within his walls.
Jessica’s betrayal had sent shockwaves through his organization. She and Sean had slipped through his grasp, and the attack on his estate had left him with casualties he couldn’t ignore. His enemies had tasted blood, and he could feel their eyes watching his every move, waiting for him to falter.
But Arma
