Andrine Jarl paced inside the grand entrance hall of the Holland Villa, her mind restless and her senses alert. The villa, usually quiet and secure, now felt heavy with an unexplainable tension. She paused when she heard the distant rumble of engines approaching, the vibrations traveling through the floor. Her heart quickened. What’s going on?
Curiosity getting the better of her, she moved to the large front windows, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peer through. Her eyes widened when she saw the convoy of SUVs pulling up—dozens of men spilling out, their movements swift and coordinated. The cars were marked with the distinctive VIP plates she recognized immediately: Rodriguez.
Andrine’s breath caught. Alysha’s in-laws... she thought, her pulse quickening. But why are they here?
