Cole
Sneaking through the shadows of the moonlit night, our breath visible in the chill of the air, we made our way toward Brian's uncle's mansion.
The vast estate loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the star-studded sky. Brian led the way, his movements deliberate and silent, his eyes sharp and focused.
Olsen and Landon flanked him, while I brought up the rear, every step calculated to avoid detection. We were on a mission, one that required absolute precision and stealth.
Brian's uncle, James, was no ordinary man. According to Brian, he seemed to be one of the key figures in the Mob family to which Brian belonged, a family that commanded fear and respect in equal measure.
The mansion, heavily guarded, was a fortress in itself. Our first obstacle was a high, wrought-iron fe
