As Armando returned to his office, he found the team waiting, the air tense with expectation. Though his mind was half-occupied with the scene upstairs, he knew he couldn’t afford to show any weakness. The man downstairs in their custody wasn’t just a problem; he was a threat. And threats had to be eliminated.
"Where were we?" Armando asked, his voice hard as steel, the leader’s mask sliding back into place.
Alexander leaned forward, tapping a thick folder of documents spread on the table. "We tracked his movements before he came to the estate. He had a burner phone on him, but the messages were wiped clean. Cole’s tracing his known associates. This wasn’t a random attempt."
“Of course it wasn’t,” Armando said, pacing the room. “No one comes after my family without a plan. He was testin
