The air in the grand hall was thick enough to choke on. Usually, the mansion felt like a fortress, but tonight, it felt like a tomb.
At the head of the room, elevated on a velvet-draped stage, stood the triplets: Theo, Armani, and Lucas. They were a trinity of power, flanked by silent sentries whose fingers twitched near the triggers of their rifles. Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence.
“The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.”
In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?”
“Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.”
Riley let o
