Third POV
The estate had never been this tense before. The air was heavy, suffocating, as men in dark suits rushed through the halls, loading weapons, exchanging clipped orders, preparing for war. Every sound echoed with urgency — the metallic clicks of guns, the slamming of magazines into place, the growl of engines starting outside.
Leo stood in the middle of the chaos, his presence sharp, commanding, terrifying. His black shirt clung to him, sleeves rolled up, veins bulging in his arms as he pointed at maps laid out on the long oak table.
“Two teams. One takes the docks. The other hits the warehouse. Matteo goes with me to the main building.” His voice was steel, deadly calm despite the storm raging in his chest. “We don’t stop until we find her. We don’t breathe until Isabella is ba
