The tunnel changed the moment the men entered and the balance of power that had existed seconds earlier shifted beneath the weight of armed bodies, polished discipline, and the quiet confidence of men who clearly believed they were already in control of the outcome.
The silver insignia across their black uniforms caught the dim light sharply as they spread through the entrance with professional organized precision.
Lorenzo’s grip tightened around the gun in his hand automatically, his body unconsciously positioning itself protectively in front of Isabella and the children
The older man who had spoken stepped fully into the tunnel now, calmly removing his dark gloves one finger at a time. He looked to be somewhere in his late fifties, still broad-shouldered despite his age and his dar
