Two nights later, a black car quietly parked a few blocks away from Isabella’s estate, with lights off and blending into the darkness. Five men in black tactical gear were inside the car, checking and prepping their weapons while waiting for their orders.
A few minutes later, their leader’s phone buzzed and he quickly raised it to his ear.
“Are you in position?” a voice asked from the other end…calm and cold, completely devoid of empathy.
The squad leader nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir. We’ve got eyes on the target, and security is weak just like you said it would be. She's inside, and the lights of the study window are still on.”
“Good,” the voice replied in that same chilling tone. “ Kill everyone else in sight, but make sure she's unharmed or your families will be taking a vacation at th
