Ace’s point of view
After hanging up with Robert and Valentino, I realize that help is on the way. Robert will be here in three hours, and Valentino is expected in eight. I leave my office and enter the living room, where the scene is chaotic. Nurses and doctors are tending to my injured men, their cries of pain echoing in the room. Duron is focused on two laptops in the meeting room, with Sam by his side, tirelessly making phone calls. James, on the other hand, paces back and forth, smoking a joint to calm his nerves.
As I enter, everyone's attention briefly shifts to me before they return to their tasks. I pour myself a glass of scotch, desperately needing something to steady my rattled nerves. James approaches me, concern etched on his face. "How did the calls go?" he asks, his voice
