Diego's POV
I sat in the living room, an assortment of weapons scattered across the floor. I picked them up one by one, examining each to ensure they were in person working order. Luis entered the room, his expression serious.
“How can you be so calm, Diego? This is serious,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of panic. I continued my inspection of the guns, ignoring his question.
“We need to leave,” he stated firmly. I paused, finally looking at him.
“Leave for where?” I asked, my brows furrowing.
“We can't stay here. The Caruso syndicate might attack us at home,” he explained, the tension evident in his voice.
I turned back to the weapons, resuming my examination.
“Come on Diego, you would be safer in the office. Besides, all our men are waiting, armed and ready for the fight
