Victor’s POV
After pushing them to their limits and still getting nothing, I finally signal for the boys to be released. My jaw tightens as I watch them stumble out, bruised but silent. Not one word. Not even a slip.
This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
I run a hand through my hair, pacing the room slowly, my boots echoing against the floor. Whoever this spy is, they’re not just careful...they’re trained. Loyal… or terrified enough to stay quiet.
Either way, I need a foolproof plan.
The door creaks open and Pedro steps back in, hesitant but curious.
“Boss… what do we do now?”
I stop pacing but don’t turn to face him immediately. My eyes narrow slightly as I stare ahead.
“I have a plan,” I say calmly, “but I can’t disclose it now.”
There’s a pause.
“Why, boss?”
