“What if it’s a trap?” Talia’s words fell on the room like a ticking bomb, making everyone tense. She was only voicing what they were all thinking but had refused to voice.
It was barely three in the morning and everyone was gathered in Lorenzo and Abigail’s penthouse living room. Both Abigail and Talia were dressed in warm, cotton bathrobes that belonged to their men, as though it was the closest thing they managed to grab before leaving their respective beds.
The said men were luckily more presentable. They had already changed into black cargo pants that looked like something military special ops would wear. The black boots on their feet equally looked just as deadly. Gabriel was also clanged in the gear and was fastening his pants with a belt.
Trick was the only one still in the swe
