The clock struck 4 a.m., and the stillness of the mansion was broken by the buzz of Armando’s phone. He didn’t need to check the caller ID—he knew it was Dante. The young but sharp protector of his family rarely called unless it was something urgent.
Armando glanced at the security feed on his office monitor, his gaze lingering on Jessica, who was now fast asleep in their bedroom with Alvaro nestled in her arms. His wife’s earlier fury had left him conflicted, torn between his role as a husband and father and his obligation as the leader of the Prime Syndicate. But tonight, duty called.
With a resigned sigh, Armando answered the call.
“We have a lead,” Dante said without preamble. “The man we caught is in our custody. He’s tough, but Cole and Alex found a loophole in his plan. We’ve
