"Holy s**t," Marcus whispered as the black car passed through massive iron gates that closed behind them with an ominous clang. "Sophia, this isn't a house. This is a fortress."
Despite everything, Sophia almost smiled at her brother's rare use of profanity. Marcus only swore when something truly overwhelmed his ability to process it, and the Rossi estate certainly qualified.
The mansion rose before them like something from a movie… three stories of pale stone and gleaming windows, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens that probably cost more to maintain than most people made in a year. Fountains sparkled in the afternoon sun, and the circular driveway could have accommodated a dozen cars without looking crowded.
"It's very large," Sophia said quietly, her own voice filled with awe
