ALEX
My footsteps faltered as I approached the cluster of people standing in front of the mansion. My mind was a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion. Could it really be them? Those same men who had so terrifyingly and efficiently dealt with Noah? I counted every step.
My mom, however, seemed completely oblivious to the storm brewing within me. She waved enthusiastically, her face radiant with excitement. I knew she influenced Dad’s decision to attend his Father's funeral but I didn't know how much until now. She seemed starstruck.
"Come, Alex! Let’s not keep them waiting," Mom chirped.
Her voice barely registered as I focused on the trio. Their faces were as I remembered: strong jawlines, piercing eyes, and an air of command that seemed to demand attention. They stood slightly apart f
