Before I could answer, headlights swept across the curtains of my window, bright beams cutting across the room. The heavy, deep rumble of a powerful engine rolled up the driveway, loud and unmistakable.
I stood up and walked to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to peek out. Maya got up and came to stand right behind me, looking over my shoulder.
Below, the massive iron gates swung open. A sleek, black, custom-built luxury car, shiny, expensive enough to buy a small country…rolled slowly up the drive and stopped right in front of the entrance.
The driver hopped out and rushed to open the passenger door.
Anthonio stepped out.
He looked exactly like he always did…tall, broad, commanding, wearing a tailored dark suit that fit him like a second skin, hair perfect, posture pe
