The atmosphere in the front yard of my estate turned chilling within minutes. The darkening evening sky seemed to welcome the impending storm. After ensuring Emelia was safe with a multi-layered protection team in the underground bunker, I strode out onto the front porch with wide, calm steps.
Behind me, dozens of my men stood tall, their automatic firearms ready to bark at any moment.
Screeech!
The harsh screech of car tires grinding against the asphalt echoed through my courtyard. Three large black SUVs ground to a halt in a neat line, blocking the main gate. Moments later, the door of the middle vehicle swung open.
From within emerged the figure of Lucas. The middle-aged man stepped out in a sharp suit, a silver-headed cane in his right hand, and a sinister smirk spreading across hi
