MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel stepped into his room and spotted his phone vibrating where he’d tossed it earlier on the bed. The screen flashed: Ash Calling.
He snatched it up immediately. “Ash?”
“Sir,” her voice came through, low and tense, layered with urgency. “I just got word—Martin West escaped...."
“What?" Miguel interrupted. "Escaped?” he repeated, his voice growing sharp. “How?”
“While he was being transported from the hospital to the detention facility," Ash said.
Miguel's disbelief turned into irritation. “You’re telling me that Martin—Martin, with a gunshot wound, being guarded by our men—escaped?”
There was a beat of silence on the other end.
Ash exhaled softly. “It was an ambush, Sir. According to the survivors, the attackers came in fast. Clean, calculated. They were usin
