Bjorn’s car skidded to a stop at the edge of the military camp, the headlights cutting through the darkness. He stepped out, his eyes blazing with a reckless determination. Behind him, several black SUVs followed, engines rumbling as doors swung open. His gangsters and Rodriguez bodyguards poured out, their expressions hard and ready for action. The air was tense, thick with anticipation.
The camp loomed ahead, heavily guarded and surrounded by high fences. Soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their flashlights sweeping the grounds. The place was like a fortress, but Bjorn’s eyes were fixed on it with a singular focus. Andrine—the thought of her kept the fire in his eyes burning.
Bjorn looked back at his men, his hands clenching into fists. “You know the drill,” he growled. “We need to get
