Friedrich’s POV
The front door bursts open, slamming against the wall with a sound that silences every voice in the room. Two enforcers of the Royal Blood Family stride in, their crimson cloaks catching in the dimly lit yellow glow from the living room lights.
Well, f**k me sideways, I mutter under my breath as I spot the gold stars on their cloaks. Second rank. Great, just great. Out of the four ranks of enforcers within the Royal Blood Family, this one practically screams you're totally screwed. I can’t believe this s**t—of all the things that could’ve gone wrong tonight, this one takes the goddamn cake.
The taller soldier steps forward, his angular face blank, but his eyes sharp enough to cut concrete. “Under the decree of the First Code of Conduct, you are all to be taken into cust
