Damian’s Perspective
The atmosphere in the room was thick with unease as I clasped Lena’s delicate hand, her fingers trembling slightly within my grasp. I was determined to extricate her from this oppressive environment—away from Sophia and the escalating turmoil that threatened to engulf us. My mind raced, strategizing our escape, when my gaze inadvertently drifted to the expansive, ornately framed window overlooking the driveway.
I stopped in my tracks as a sleek, black sedan drew to a halt outside. The familiarity hit me like a hammer blow. All too well did I know the car and the man it bespoke.
The doors opened as one, and three men spilled out. They moved with deliberate calculation, sans tailored suits or obvious weaponry, yet exuding an aura of threat. It was in their posture-the
