GOOD INTENTIONS
The first sleek, black SUV pulled up to the perimeter of Victor's safe house, its headlights cutting through the midnight gloom. Jonathan stepped out into the cool air, his sharp, predatory eyes immediately scanning the tree line. He checked his heavy wristwatch, his thumb tapping the screen of his encrypted phone to verify the precise GPS coordinates Dane Salvatore had transmitted. Everything lined up perfectly. Inside the house, the silent motion sensors flickered to life. Victor walked toward the foyer, his brow furrowing as he tapped the master screen of the electronic security door. The external cameras showed nothing but shadows. "What the fuck..." Victor muttered to himself, shaking his head. He turned around to head back into the living room, but the cold, unmistakable click of
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