Third POV
“It’s not Nikolai,” Lucas said, his voice low and steady, though tension lined his jaw.
Liam paced a few steps, the strain evident in the way his hands fisted at his sides.
“What about his three friends?”
Lucas shook his head, glancing at the phone in his hand like it might hold answers.
“I’m not sure yet.
I’ve got the security footage being delivered to my house.”
“Masked men?” Liam’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.
Lucas nodded grimly.
“I don’t like it. Someone’s playing games—stirring the pot and using old grudges to do it.
Whoever it is, they’re escalating.
This wasn’t a warning—it was a damn assassination attempt.
If your grandson hadn’t been there...” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the unspoken truth hung heavily between them.
Li
