Armando stood in the middle of his office, his sharp gaze fixed on the report in his hands. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air thick with his barely restrained fury. His men stood at attention, their heads bowed in silence, unwilling to provoke the beast simmering just beneath the surface.
He slammed the paper down on the desk. “They’re gone?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“Yes, boss,” Antonio said, his tone subdued. “Sean, Jessica, Alvaro… and Maria. They slipped past the checkpoints at the airport.”
Armando’s hand curled into a fist, his knuckles turning white. “How? With every resource I poured into ensuring this house was locked down, with men stationed at every exit, they still managed to escape?”
Antonio swallowed hard. “Sean had connections. Fake IDs, pa
