Adrian’s POV
The penthouse stands as a strategic outpost of unwavering focus, the early afternoon light filtering through the windows, casting soft patterns across the hardwood floor covered with cartel supply routes, Carlos Mendez’s informant profile, Marco Delgado’s financial records, and the twins’ launch thank-you notes. The air carries a faint hint of cedar from my cologne, a reminder of the closeness with Serena during our recent launch triumph, though today’s urgency shifts to the global cartel threat led by Delgado. I stand by the dining table, my shirt sleeves rolled up, the faded scratches from our past tensions a distant echo on my chest, my fingers tracing the edge of a smuggled shipment log—Delgado’s network spanning three continents. The foundation for Emily’s memory, now a
