Zayn’s POV
I stood in front of Banjo’s mansion, the address clenched in my hand like a loaded secret. A deep breath slipped past my lips before I pressed the doorbell. For a moment, silence. Then the gates clicked open with a soft mechanical hum.
That was… too easy.
For a man like Banjo, I expected guards, cameras—something. Instead, the pathway stretched ahead of me, quiet and open, as if daring me to walk in.
The moment I stepped past the gate, five towering men appeared from the shadows. Broad shoulders, stone faces, black suits that screamed discipline and danger. My gut twisted. Maybe this was a mistake. I could still turn around, make up an excuse, disappear—
No. That would make me a coward. And I couldn’t afford that.
Their eyes tracked me like wolves sizing up prey. One of th
