Thirty minutes later, my phone rang. I recognized Marcus’ voice immediately, sharp, tense.
“Sir… the guards in your penthouse” he started, but his words stumbled. “They’ve been calling you, but your number isn’t getting through… an attack occurred. Part of the building burned. We’re trying to hear from Russo and Antonio… but”
I stopped him mid-sentence. My blood ran cold, but I forced my voice steady. “They didn’t go to my main house, did they?”
“No, sir. Everyone there is safe,” Marcus assured quickly.
Good. That was the first relief. But the rest… that was not. I stood immediately, the chair scraping behind me. Calm wasn’t an option anymore. Not with my penthouse under attack, my men in danger, and part of my building burning.
“Call every contact we have, fire department,, private s
